The first post must be about Nico.
The first few seconds of Desertshore summons you to the sahel of your own heart, of your own madness. Nico becomes a guide, her voice, calling out like a shofar, like a muezzin, calling you not to pray but to wait, and to listen. There are so many possibilities, time passes, the sun begins to set and the sand glows, there is nothing but moon, sand, stars and fear. Do you follow this piper beyond the Desertshore, or do you camp there for the night, haunted by strings and that voice? You have no choice, as you are lulled to sleep. Reward your grace, but it's still cold. You are beautiful, and you are alone. And Nico is not a beautiful young German model. She is Aicha Kandisha, the Desert Djinn who lives by the water. She transforms from beauty to crone before the eyes of young men. Drawing them in with her beauty, her body then changes to half Camel, her face old. There are ritual songs for Aicha, in a trance, only through ecstatic dancing and singing her poor male victim may be restored of his sanity.
I'm a woman, I am simply entranced.
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