A spinning map of the world, that’s my life scrolling by.
The world fits me like a glove.
The Niger flows – big vein between my eyebrows.
All I know is how to live my life and pursue it as one hunts down a beast
that sometimes dies screaming.
We have only loved this hunt and this image of the hunter the softness of the faces
the flesh of the words and the solar nights.
For twenty years, for me, the earth has been rotating faster and I have never stopped forcing the time that passes by and that without me would pass if I let it pass.
My travels are only another road added to my life.
A day will come when we will have nothing more than tides of dead water and a stream of grey wind will flow from the pockets of the shipwreck.
Now I have the finest catch under my belt.