Friday, June 27, 2008



The desert is subsistence. The desert is the coinciding of the beginning and the end.

2 Comments:

Anonymous wüste said...

http://youtube.com/watch?v=-KrL0QLaCAk


Young woman share your fire with me
My heart is cold, my soul is free
I am a stranger in your land
A wandering man, call me Sand


Oh sir my fire is very small
It will not warm thy heart at all
But thee may take me by the hand
Hold me and I'll call thee Sand


Young woman share your fire with me
My heart is cold, my soul is free
I am a stranger in your land
A wandering man, call me Sand


At night when stars light up the sky
Oh sir I dream my fire is high
Oh taste these lips sir if you can
Wandering man, I call thee Sand


Oh sir my fire is burning high
If it should stop sir I would die
A shooting star has crossed my land
Wandering man, - She whispered, - Sand


Young woman shared her fire with me
Now warms herself with memory
I was a stranger in her land
A wandering man, she called me sand


He was a stranger in my land
A wandering man, i called him sand

2:30 PM  
Anonymous biotron said...

"draped in a pink djellabah I planted my footprint on the crest of a pristine dune and ruined one of his most carefully nurtured shots – hundreds of years in the making. The enraged shouts with which he anathemised me were repeated through the desert valley by a triple echo, and are still remembered by the surviving crew"

Mark Peploe

http://www.timeout.com/film/news/1213/

1:41 PM  

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