The doubts,
the search for answers,
the mistery.
The terraces of Algeria
and our laughs
at dawn,
sounding like two
loud drunks
playing chess with death.
The love made in the ruins
of Al-Qal'a.
sex standing on the
alleys of the Casaba de Algiers.
the lust unleashed
in the oasis of M'Zab.
your body dressed
with only the haik,
and the wet desire
beating between your legs
Right there, Gibraltar,
the last span
of European land.
The union of the Mediterranean
and the Atlantic.
The moored boats.
The adrenaline of usurping
he Via Vai
for clandestine copulation
in a nap.
Your kisses with bites
the anise. And the hashish.
The overflows.
The passions of the soul.
The third deadly sin.
The complacent tongue
The starry nights of the Sahara.
your excited outline
silhouetted in the sunsets
of the Maghreb.
Ninety days with their nights
the farewell lasted.
I know you're in Paris
but I'm not going to carry you
of reunions,
to save you the weight
to leave me again