It was a special day, people go and come in small groups like if it was a festival, ike if it wasn't for me. I was in the middle of that, three angled corner that looked like an old Arabic tiny street where walls were so brown and covered with some green trees, a familiar and lovely place, I was going and coming with those groups, my eyes pointed  the small balcony, every moment that goes by without seeing you, something  in my mind tells me to be patient, it is never too late,  holding that flower pot hoping to get the one I'm seeing in the tree at the same balcony, it is a bit higher to me to reach it, people kept coming and going randomly, they didn't know what they want but I did.
finally, a volumic beautiful voice that I like touched my ears , the voice that I wanted to hear most and that I recognized it from thousands of others, I twitched my face which was looking to the flower pot up to see that happy face with a big smile well drown on it, my body was frozen, my heart pulses were risen that I could hear them in my ears,  an Angel face , The smile broke across your face the way the sunrise set the clouds on fire.It was you, you were laughing as usual, smiling that crooked smile that I love when your lips turn up in a private smile, you became somehow on the ground near me.
Looking for the three flowers, a small red flower in a red plastic pot that you were holding in your hands, we were kneeling, the three flowers on the ground now, I don't feel people anymore, time suddenly stopped, I couldn't fathom the whole situation out, how can I ?, and the sheer beauty at the way you always phrase your words never failed to amaze me, couldn't seem to pull in enough oxygen from the air, I was in the habit of touching that flower pot whenever the chance presented itself, playing like a baby girl, laughing like I never did before. How I wouldn't and the happiness was meant to be born in your piercing crystalized eyes.
~ Fouzia

I have quite known Sisilia's  relation with Romio, I got Lorando and I'm still wanna get rid of Sheldon....
I admit it...I'm paradoxically girl...
it is kindda Fun huh ?

My drive to specialness, to individual identity is but the drive to avoid relationship, which, in any ultimate sense, is impossible. Therefore, as long as I persist in the belief
Pain ?  the pain engendered by this split cannot be wished away and can only be pushed into sub-consciousness and projected onto something seemingly external. 

I lean my head against the car window, watching the scenery zip by, a tableau of dark green fir trees dotted with snow, wispy strands of white fog, and heavy gray storm clouds up above. It's so warm in the car that the windows keep fogging up, and I draw little squiggles in the condensation. Happy to be in a warm car with my sonata and my family. I close my eyes.