Without even one camel,
the nonland,
the beige desert,
without even one cactus,
the dunes meet
inside the riddles
of one sand rose –
la rose des sables! –
better than thousands of flowers,
a mirage, a sculpture
that comes and goes
in one flash.
Without one drop of rain,
once tortoise lakes
embraced the pine forests here,
now a stone still rose
stares at the land of lost boarders,
in turbulent storms
or in sunbathed serenity
it sees nothing,
not even one camel…
A mermaid made
of thousands of years
of wind,
stands moonlit
inside a night
better than a thousand months.

*Painting by Sara Maino, May 2020