It was a rainy and gloomy day
waiting at the bus stop.
Gloomy heart as the sky, ready for a French unknown people
gathering invitation to practice a language I started studying at the age of
16.
Listening to other ladies, elderly, middled aged and young family accomplishments.
Motherhood- couple life.
I had no idea what they really meant- understood the language.
Turmoil in the city centre – Palestine.
An additional excuse to shout and scream loud what most people did not really
care about.
It could have been a concert, a sport event or a religious shouting, it would have been the same.
It was a gloomy day, waiting at the bus stop.
Gloomy heart, worse than the sky above my head.
Protecting my head with an umbrella child.
All of a sudden he appeared as a child resemblance, grey jumper, ready to grab
something at the closest spot.
He saw me, latest encounter 2 days earlier.
He saw me, and stopped, smiled at me, I smiled him back.
I thought aloud ‘’Je l’aime, je l’aime mon petit, he was reading my lips amused.
He is not French.
He smiled wider.
He understood
He knew
He said
He expressed
We connected for a while, as a flash.
Unexpected flash.
We deeply connected for a while unaware, without searching.
We connected then after.
Je l’aime mon petit.
I am perhaps as a child in Love.