the nomad

I don’t remember when this journey was started
Home is just a vague image now.
I traveled new paths, but I haven’t reached anywhere
I saw a million new faces, but they were not strangers
I danced with nomads, I dined with strangers
I saw insanity rolling up as smoke
I saw life dancing around the flames
They moved in the dance hall of this universe
They invited me to the floor
I couldn’t move.

They made love in the darkness
They never saw each other
I looked deep into those flames
My goblet was not empty
They invited me to their pergola
I just smiled at them, when they had slept, I left them

I climbed the rocks, I met the oracles
I saw the wonder in their eyes
They couldn’t predict my fate
They touched me; they tried to smell me
They wanted to know my tribe
They asked, what am I searching for

I climbed down the slippery rocks,
They were looking at me from the top
I saw their drenched flag flying in the blustery weather
I walked; I asked my self, what am I searching for?

I heard the cursing of an old man
He couldn’t breath
I walked. What do I need, what do I search?
I wish I could be my own oracle
I wish I could name what I want

They are searching for me, for my song.
All they have are the sculptures I made
How long they will look me?
How long they will search for me?

They know I wouldn’t come back
Will they weep for me?
Will they burn frankincense for me?
Will they bury those coins and pray for me ?
Will they carry those sculptures, when they move?
Or will they leave it there along with my memories?