Ghost of a Path

In a German jungle ...
no one is moaning,
someone is hammering ...
... the sound of pure boredom.

Girls aren't dancing,
children play in the dirt,
their parents too,
the boys also.

I've been told future ...
... by someone watched far ...
... back and forth, back and forth.
He talks: Our ground becomes muddy,
not like in the south.
There comes the desert.