.: I miss the air, I miss my friends

“I only wanted to have fun
Learning to fly, learning to run
I let my heart decide the way
When I was young”

It was much sweeter to have tea with Fatima, Narjis and little Yasmine…

I really miss them, as I miss my other friends who live far from me. I wish all of them lived by me and could have a chat and a tea with me. Sometimes you have the chance.. sometimes you don’t.

To me, fair friend, you never can be old,
For as you were when first your eye I eyed,
Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold
Have from the forests shook three summers’ pride;
Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turned
In process of the seasons have I seen;
Three April pérfumes in three hot Junes burned,
Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green.
Ah yet doth beauty, like a dial hand,
Steal from his figure, and no pace perceived;
So your sweet hue, which methinks still doth stand,
Hath motion, and mine eye may be deceived.
For fear of which, hear this, thou age unbred:
Ere you were born was beauty’s summer dead.

Sonnet 104
W. Shakespeare

So I took the teapot Fatima gave me, so kind of her. And more, she also gifted me with green tea and some verbena leaves. Già, Fatima mi ha regalato tutto l’occorrente: il thè marocchino, la teiera e anche le foglie di verbena. Io preferisco la menta, ma la verbena è più calmante.

e ci metto anche il filtro della nonna. Yes that thing I put the tea in was given me by my sweet granny. It’s not just a tea, it’s a love concentrate.

Life can give you bitterness, but you can sweeten it… and this is the feeling for… a million years ago.

.: Yalla yalla

My friend is going back home, and I’m sad. I’m sad and she’s sad, but there’s nothing we can do. So we stayed together yesterday. We had tea and we talked. She’s a really sweet girl and I would want her to stay. Once again she was so sweet and she cooked her couscous for me.

I loved it. Proprio non capisco chi pensa che tutte le persone nate in uno stesso posto siano uguali. Chi fa gerarchie geografiche, classifiche di esseri umani migliori o peggiori. Detesto sinceramente questa ossessione a testa bassa contro “gli stranieri”, come se si potesse già sapere tutto di una persona ancor prima di conoscerla. Sono triste perché avevo trovato un’amica e ora deve lasciare l’Italia. Forse un giorno ci rivedremo. I hope so. Hope we’ll see again some day.

Sure we all can be friends in food. And in music too.