If we were Indians,
I wonder what would be your name:
“Flame in her eyes”?
Or
“Her hair like falls”?
Or
“Gone with the night”?
…
If we were Indians,
I would have ridden a white horse
Chasing the wildest buffalo of the herd
Not for the sake of hunting, you know
But to taste it again
How hard was to capture your soul
…
If we were Indians,
We would have set up our tent
In the furthest dune of the desert
Waiting for the storm to come
I would know when the time comes
I should let you go….
If we were Indians,
I would have danced around the fire
When the night prevail
Spelling your mystic name to the wind
Calling you to no avail!
…
If we just were Indians….
November 2009
