(After a full night of anxious dreaming of my late grandmother comes an improvised afternoon at a 5 stars hotel reception coffee shop listening to "Pour Elyse" live piano : what she used to play for me with grace on fingertips. I am sipping mandarine jasmine green tea.)
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fretting about her in a dream
my late grandma soothes me with Pour "Elyse"
5 stars hotel, one grand reception and a cup with silver tea filter
a scent of longing to the mandarine trees
running through her land as a child
I gasp: her grace running through my veins
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Real story (occurring 18th of March 2012) dedicated to teta (grandmother in arabic) Mounira. Loving you teta.
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