Imagine the desert. Imagine its immensity, its softness and its hardness. The desert, metaphor of loneliness is however populated. Populated with secrets, which define the enigmatic being that it is, and not the simple space exposed to the eye. The language of the desert is wild, pure and intact. Listen to it, feel it, it defies, advances, steals away, and leaves us stunned, bewitched, on the verge of an unintelligible happiness.