mil e uma noites (I)

I’ll dress like an Arab, with complete black robes.

You, a dancer.
A veil covering your face, show only but your glowing eyes.

We’ll dance in the desert for a crowd of stars.
On one side, fire and tents paint the sand of gold with floating shadows and shapes, over the nightly cold. On the other, musicians and snake whisperers soak the canvas with a magical mist full of music and dreams, where we take the leading role following a tune known only to us