«Eu sempre amei o deserto. A gente senta numa duna de areia.

Não se vê nada. Não se sente nada. E no entanto, no silêncio alguma coisa irradia...»

O Pequeno Príncipe

"Ce qui embellit le désert, dit le petit prince, c'est qu'il cache un puits quelque part..."

Le Petit Prince, Chapitre XXIV

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in pain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of fire
Those dreams are tied to a horse that will never tire
And in the flames
Her shadows play in the shape of a man's desire

This desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

And as she turns
This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams
This fire burns
I realize that nothing's as it seems

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in pain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand