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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2007-07-16 | | Living beast, earth´s frying pan, treacherous mouth of fatal sands that swallow the innocent; vast land where the sun reigns with brutal terror, rising red fireball at dawn, burning my feet all day, blinding me… lost in this great furnace I remember what I am: a sand corn in the desert drifting with the wind, a lost drop of sweat seeking coolness in the shadow of a lonely rock, a freezing wish for warmth whispered in the cold still night, or the silent prayer for rain, that, finally, reaches heaven’s gate: delicate silver Angel hair falls down on burning sand, and is drunk greedily until the morning reveals its secret… a million flowers awoken from their summer sleep have turned the barren land into a vibrant sea of colours… Sybille(Sydney)Krivenko GISC2052924 2007
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