Sahara land where anything is possible ... Here we come to dream and think. Here nudity huge reveals. Here the body is freed from its shackles and is reborn to himself.
Here I assume the posture of the dance of Shiva, while a camel looks at me impassively, then small gift from the desert, I picked up with devotion and wonder, the prehistoric bead necklace ostrich egg that the dune has released the past ... and my heart remembers at once the story of Queen Khaine ... I tell it one day soon. .. And infinity
name again and again ... A
Douz, the sand is white as the salt of the Chott el Jerid, the great salt lake, which leads us to Tozeur in its vanishing mirage, to the tune of Ksar Ghilane the dune becomes a beautiful pink-orange in the rays of sunrise. The tamarisk and gorse sometimes punctuate the desert vastness that waves in graceful curves. The caravans of camels
often borrow the dune that runs from Douz Ksar Ghilane. Off the mountain Tembaïn is a landmark for travelers in the desert. But
Sahara continues through hamada stones and jagged canyons leading up Tataouine, the last town before the desert.
Between Gate and the Gate of Douz Tataouine, timelessness takes us to the soul like a whisper of vertigo and the sand is not that we go through. It is watered by our thirst for existence. And that's all one program!
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