the steeds raced by the sands of deserts, the hoofs of the wild horses beat on the ground, they ran, pounding the heat of the desert, the sun, the clouds in the deserts, coconut palms, flowering waters, the caravans of nomads passing through those places brought swords, bows and arrows in their hands. all these legacies of the East hear many nomadic warriors the invasions they made the small cities arise the clouds rise the skies and they followed the longest paths of the deserts until disappeared along with the wind