Nomad
We're travelers....
Mushrooms with vegetables
on a sizzling stone
like our ancestors used to cook
you brought to that group
of young people
that had a girl with
that was so sad
when they just entered
your place
do you remember, Abu?
And how her face
was different
when she was leaving
I saw tranquility
and smile
Two gentlemen were
happy about it
they're must have been the friends of her
who came that night to see her
and
to find out
what the problem was.
absolutely,
they were happy after your food,
Abu.
You cook with love
and they felt it.
I am a nomad too
A bedouin,
A migrator.
That is in the search for answers
which I will never find
completely
I know, but
I don't worry
I am an alien here,
However,
Everywhere
My land is.
Everywhere!
Заокеанские хроники не Риддика 8 - Nomad
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