Baraka

Fatigue yes, but not so much
that with so many blows even iron breaks.
Endless and endless race, adidas sneakers and how far your future.
Carriers of desires, capricious destiny never stays still for a minute.
If in the end you decide to breathe.... faithful companion of the wind!!!

Crossroads, hidden in the portals
thinking of the mother who saw him born
and she is far away, he no longer feels her
although sometimes he thinks of her and at nightfall.
She is far away, he no longer feels her
although sometimes he dreams of her and at nightfall.

Dark path of the runner
boy without shadow, without landscape that when leaving, he risked everything.
Dark road, for the runner
burning asphalt, accelerating, running to another alley.

Baraka shouts in the street. Baraka doesn't answer him.
Khalid has no papers, no identity number.

Exhausted in this race, he does not see a horizon
feels such a great fatigue.

One carelessness of the past, maybe the present will improve
remembering a prayer or sowing a great friendship.

Virgin of the Impossibles, maybe the present will improve
if I recite this prayer.........(Arabic voice reciting and asking).

Baraka!!! Baraka!!! Nainainaina, nainainaina
Baraka!!! Baraka!!! Nainainaina, nainainaina