From the early morning, windsswept. The quiet majesty of rocks dominating it, the valley wakes up in thousand of silver ray with which the sky comes to flood it harmoniously.
Calcined by the sun arrived at the top, the rock weakens the heavy steps of Gnevit in a sanctuary among which only butterflies and birds seem allowed to disturb eternal rest.
Whereas the azure takes care of first freshnesses and whereas the sand attire itself with new colors, with a single chorus all of this calms down while on the sand crackle some embers.
And at night guided by the soft halo of the moon, communing barefoot with the sand of the dune, in the sound of stars and whole nature, I sigh you "Oh God, what a beautiful this desert! "
