THE GUARDIAN OF THE DESERT

THE GUARDIAN OF THE DESERT

"It's not in order to tell you that it's bad
That I have hit your window with big snowballs
but for the cruel winter wind to find out
that I leave, I die, I cry and I love you"
(A. Paunescu)

How cold I will feel the night you will drive me away!... I will sit on the packed luggage, the head on my knees, embracing the cold from outside and from inside myself, the cold of the last refused embrace!... If only you let me wait in your arms the grey dawn before the last departure... But I know things won't be like this, I know that only in the bitterness of my loneliness I will wait for the sunrise, wishing for the day to never come again, as to stay forever watching you sleeping in the moon-like beauty of your slumber... And I know that too soon I will feel the frozen hand of the morning on my shoulder and then I will have to face the rough and salty wind and get lost into the mist, running away, farer and farer, in order for my closeness not to hurt you anymore.
Forgive me that not even the melancholic sand I will become, will stop loving you and the desert I will be will grow every day larger for missing you... It will grow so large that one day will come back to you, and then you may watch smiling the immensity of fine sand starting from your feet... And if so, don't be afraid to cross this desert of light; I will be always at its other end, at the end from where I started to shatter myself towards you and where now only my eyes are left to protect and look after you. At that end that is always guarded by two deep green fountains from which two rivers always spring to relieve the thirst of the lost wanderers..

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