And swallow are of love the silky horizons hit by a wing of pink flamingo. And the weeds are with deep roots, drawn water of secret wells. Careless was the wind, carried off in hollows tenderly all kind of visions of color. Now the time is of the sand, crossed the life-giving river. And blows only wind from Sahara. *Translator bulgarian-english: Vessislava Savova rarebird