"Ah, I know now
That nothing has more price than a faithful mehari,
Whose hump is erect and the flanks are tight,
Like a mat with a tight weft,
On which is saddled a saddle to his waist,
Who knows how to hurry, as soon as he sees you
The root of absegh which serves you of whip.
So, you go your way, loving the one who loves you,
The pace of your camel only disturbs the silence. "
Excerpt from a poem by Tuareg Kurman.
52 cm x 10 cm
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