The Colors of My World


      by Martial Frindethie

          The white and threatening stretch of sand
          That rocks the dreams of the nomad's land,
          When by the fire he got his pipe lit,
          we could hear him secretly whisper his love for it.

          The black veil that falls at night,
          Stage of ghosts with the decline of the light,
          How many times in its shelters
          grew the intimate embrace of two lovers?

          My voice is hoarse, yet I feel no shame.
          I will raise my voice in a song for the flame
          Red and yellow that gathers the tribe
          these nights when the drummers take pride.

          There's a smile here that I've seen there.
          There are eyes there that I've seen here.
          My song is black and red yellow and blond.
          Ain't they the colors of my world?

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