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three, two, one, run! I run.. I keep my eyes closed and I run.. I run.. minutes and minutes and minutes and more.. and than.. I finally start to lose myself. I try to feel, hear, taste, listen deeply. The skin in the sun. And in the wind, along with the hair. The feet in the sand. I capture all the frequencies of the sounds around, near and far. How far do I get to hear? This smell reminds me of something.. or maybe, instead, it’s just a "first time"? I stumble. I fall. I laugh. Yeah, there's something new here. Then I open my eyes very slowly. I no longer see the sea. Wherever I turn my gaze. Just sand. Sand mountains kneaded with sun. The wind used to smell like waves but here doesn't get their sound. Now there is only a mantra that whispers its music: the voice of the desert! I dive in its own silence with my heart open wide, like Sundousse told me. He spoke to me about how much the desert fills your soul with emptiness. Meanwhile I watched those 20 dirhams he held between his fingers. I gave to him for that handful of cacahuètes he pulled out of the basket that he held in balance on his head. And I think about how much life they can fill, 20 dirhams. How much life is there for a man who lives with a basket on his head, sleeping in a small room in the TangierIan kasbah, where there is a small window overlooking the hills of Andalucía, that slide to say goodbye to the Mediterranean before crushing it and exploding it in the big blue. I think of the desert that Sundousse is talking me about. If I can reach the Sahara.. Its voice.. feeling this silence whispering at my soul. Learning something more about the Nya and Arakà of life.. to understand how Love is able to renew the things that we already know. If I'll run with my eyes closed for minutes and minutes as Sundusse is advising me. Just to feel the desert whispering.. three, two, one.. run! I'm running like a fool.. I keep my eyes closed try to be really blind.. and than lose myself.. in something that i really don't know.. try to keep me out from what I always knew.. if also "remain" is another way to travel.. just to dive in this eternal "first time".. discovering if there is only a mantra that whispers its own music.. Like everywhere.. In each step.. In each tavel..