Shamoussa

All of us, even those with European homes and children in the distance, wished to remove the clothing of our countries. It was a place of faith. We disappeared into landscape. Fire and sand. We left the harbours of oasis. The places where water came to and touched ... Ain, Bir, Wadi, Foggara, Khottara, Shaduf. I didn't want my name against such beautiful names. Erase the family name! Erase nations! I was taught such things by the desert."Ladislaus de Almásy - The English Patient, by Michael Ondaatje"

Cela est beau, cela est vraiment beau,
Moi, moi je suis l'esprit de la terre.
Les pieds de la terre sont mes pieds,
Les jambes de la terre sont mes jambes,
La force de la terre est ma force,
Les pensées de la terre sont mes pensées,
La voix de la terre est ma voix,
La plume de la terre est ma plume,
Tout ce qui appartient à la terre m'appartient,
Et tout ce qui entoure la terre m'entoure.
Moi, moi je suis les paroles sacrées de la terre,
Cela est beau, cela est vraiment beau.

Chant d'allégresse navajo

This is beautiful, this is really beautiful,
I, I am the spirit of the earth.
The feet of the earth are my feet,
The legs of the earth are my legs,
The force of the earth is my force,
The thoughts of the earth are my thoughts,
The voice of the earth is my voice,
The feather of the earth is my feather,
All that belongs to earth belongs to me,
And all that surrounds earth surrounds me.
I, I am the sacred words of the earth,
This is beautiful, this is really beautiful.

Navajo chant of joy

I look at my tired legs, my depleted force, my broken spirit and I wonder if the earth feels the same. I wonder whether she was the one who broke my spirit, or whether it was I who broke hers..