Ballad for the Maghreb

She was from the capital,

our sins were magical…

she offered me tea,

I could barely breathe…

she took me up to the range

between stars… a maze,

the illusion of love

after the first gaze.

she told me about her folks,

from the other side of the world.

They came in arms,

They came to explore.

And their cannons,

Explode.

and the brother?

One of those John’s…

always looking for

glory in the sand,

victory in the salt,

and comfort, in the mind.

Oh, the myths and the stones,

The wars and the rose.

Oh, you girl from above.

You warm my spirit…

As I wander alone.

You warm my lips

When I wander…

Far from the dome.

I escaped and got lost,

Between the sandals, dust.

In my heart,

Daggers and a little bit of lust.

A beast

noticed my voice.

He was tired,

Not yet as bold.

I placed all my bags,

On his trusty back,

We lived for new lands,

My liver never bland.

The weight of the world

I don’t carry alone

I went thirsty,

He went back to home.

Then in the dark,

A shiny mirage,

A puddle so big,

I saw them again,

And Escaped:

A glorious smirk.

Oh, the myths and the stones,

The wars and the rose.

Oh, you girl from above.

You warm my spirit…

As I wander alone.

You warm my lips

When I wander…

Far away from the dome.

Oh, the crypts and the mud,

Forever in love.