‘I need you.’ I whispered, ‘I need your purity, I need your love. I don’t want this talking, this white man ways, this façade. We were living before, we were happy before.’
Truth,do you get the riddle?
Far beyond the mountains in the whirling dust storms where the sun reaches out, you wait for me, you don’t know why.…
I manage to see you wether the sun scorches or the thunderstorm arrives with its a
I remember the trees flashing by as the wind whistled in my ears and I daren’t breathe in case it all vanished! That one run of freedom that few minutes of exhilaration will live in my heart forever!