Reaching over dunes in the sandstorm that is our lives br We pitch our tents apart, lit by a desert sun that burns the sky br I sleep alone, far from the disdain of cold skin br Once we knew each other, like a brief desert shower br But in the swirling sirocco stained with red Saharan dust, br We were lost br Now we are Berbers, nomads of love br And home is never in sightbr br Guillermo Velosobr br