The intense heat troubles the horizon

The intense heat troubles the horizon,

On the left, bulls race toward the water supply

Trampling everything on their rush.

On the right, a breathless shepherd wanders

With his faithful sheepdog and his emblematic beret.

Farmers relentlessly harvest cork

Braving the furnace of the afternoon.

Meanwhile, villagers try to hide under the sparse shades

During the zenith’s hours.

Though, at the end of the dusty road, drawn

Between an ocean of olive trees

Stands a modest village

Of pure limed white walls and ochre roofs.

I stop in front of a wooden door,

An elderly woman sobs on hearing the engine noise

Yet enfolds me vigorously in her tender arms…



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