Desert ham-hunting

Fasten seatbelt whilst seated, life jacket under seat…
In the middle of the Sahara Desert, I asked for a chair to prepare for the interview, the guy looked deep into my eyes and told me « There are no chairs here, just carpet and cushions », I wondered where i could find my life jacket?

A devil made a sandwich with my sorrow,
he took it away from me in a toasted bagel
Hidden between the rolling and confusing pages of jetlag,
The movement of the metal wings drawing a Tower of babel
Under clouds and stars which are seen as roadsigns for some
Making the desert an ocre overground with an invisible pencil
The white man charging the battery of his digital eye
Scans the clouds and stars like a romantic flannel
When the eyes are in the sky, the hands holds a bottle
The difference with water and beer is a question of culture and fuel
Kids alone running and try to sell a few fags
with their eyes shining like organic jewels
The old man with a white beard and gangrene
begging in silence for his daily waffle
While tourists in shorts and flip flops bargain
with another old man for a pair of sandals
Yes A devil made a sandwich with my sorrow .

Des peaux brunes entourés de perpétuels uniformes bleus , les enfants courant sont devenus blonds aux yeux bleus, canaille hurlés par des mères a peaux rouges, brûlés par un soleil qui n'est pas le leur.Les robes chevilles et les longues manches ont drastiquement raccourcis pour offrir a l'œil blanc des amours de chairs offertes.Le métal a poussé sur les visages, des formes abstraites a traits épais bleus suintent des pores, la nourriture devient plastique et le thé s'est diaboliquement alcoolisé.Les kilomètres se raccourcissent , le temps s'accélère et la radio de l'aéroport distille un morceau des Velvet Underground.