Five for the family, festival, fairs, fulfilling for the flight of our spirit.
In the dark, lying under trees, amidst a pushing crowd, running for shelter
Under concert tents, at the Gypsy Music Stage, dancing on Tinariwen
Eating both our unique Kebabs at the terrace of empty stomachs, full glasses,
We spilled our looks in the pervading light of our moving shadows.
Fifth you came in the corner of my eye, but together and squeezed
Like in a deep Forest, a vast desert of living air, our water poring,
Crowd or Man, a number of you's and me's, connected souls rising
Up with moving swings of drums, turntables, hollow and high voices
Like of E.A.Poe's dungeons I dream of those tents packed with darkness and smiles.
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