Saturday, October 30, 2010

Nostalgia

I know it ...

I know it when I wake up to a pale grey sky, slightly disoriented about the dream I have had early in the morning

I know it when I recall Ma and Baba's smiles and how they danced to Rafi's songs

The streets, the smell and the flavours are beginning to bleach white...

I know I want to return... before my land becomes a mere figment of my imagination