I pass valleys, a way among different civilizations Among different cultures, valleys, mountains under the heat of the red sun If only you wish, I would be a chasm If only you wish, I would be a river I'll hear this call under sand's thorns But I'll overcome my hard way. I know and I believe in words of the old shaman He told me about a forgotten way Not being afraid of snakes and wolves and to worship fire The nature to enjoy and trusting myself The desert smells like the sea, open space and freshness. You see nothing. Endlessness. A scratch of space. Here is another silence. Like a lake, northern silence ‒ rings, and that is she. Here the silence is empty. It is no longer there. Nothing exists