Hard to say since when, but it turns out that this direction has become to me the one in which I live my life (water that disappears when we approach it!). I was weakened and couldn’t get all the way out to the ocean. By some circumstance of the light rays or the barely visible horizon, the blinding light reflected on the desert burns our eyes. Water which, with just one little drop, lures out green sparks, a sprout of grass, from far beneath the sand. I drink down all that was left.After walking north for five hours the scenery changed. At any rate if we go as far as we can (with long strides! we walked) and still find nothing, we must get home by sundown. The cloud which disappears in midday and is reborn at night, that shadow of this cumulous cloud that remains at the end of the day. Each and every one of them create anew the thickness of the woods equipped with the movement and depth of water. Without a single hurry as far as the eye can see.