Mint tea

Sunday morning in London dew
As silent as a coral reef
And as sweet as 'goodness gracious me'

Waking up to the sound of mint tea
Stretching in slow motion
life lezards in the languid music and languages of the Mediterranea
bringing in heady aroma of spices over the market hustle
An old man is following his cane
My mind is lolling and easing into a lazy mood

When the bitter aftertaste hits my throat
You are not with me
My palate long for that sweet freshness
Like my head starves for your sight
I drink some more
And as long as the pot isn't empty
There is a hope of enjoying your intimacy
And the delicate moments when I miss you.

Congrats to the class of 2007!

And guess who I found, snapped by a Reuters photographer???


None other than George L...! WHo got his masters it seems by the beloved orange hood...hehehehe.

Why is it that...

...when I am most in need of empty space I end up in a crowded area?
...the weather is bright and sunny when I need to sleep?
...my bank account always empties faster than my shopping list?
...my love life is as fruitful as a desert?
...people never say what they think and mean what they say?

January blues

I've got the blues.
The sun is ignoring this parcel of land where the wind is blowing death through my bones! Mr Sandman brings me weird dreams of snowy mount Fuji and someone I like is enjoying himself up there, and bacterias are populating my sore throat.

As I said, I've got the blues.
My younger body is leaving me, making me weak and feeble.
My eyes are sleep deprived, brain unchallenged.




And I like blue.

A beautiful poem

by W.H. Auden

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

Friends

Yes, I am in my Post-Friends period...The serie ended and I'm also far away from my friends. So here's a little something to let you know I remember. All of you hopefully will recognize which one you are.

Boarding school wouldn't be the same without you
And I still totally trust and support you in what you do
I miss those perfect chemistry lab we had

Your weird attraction to the occult
You, silly russian baker!
I hope to come across you in the flesh again soon
and save you from exhaustion while you try to save the world

You taught me windsurfing and sailing
Between Maths and Physics books
And how to live life at its fullest despite all the crazy nuns around!

It was love at first sight
Green eyes, shy, we didn't spend enough time together
But we'll still be crazy when we meet

You're easily high on sugar
and drives me mad with laughter
And when you enter a room, I know there's fun ahead!

A roomate from heaven
Who introduced me to opor ayam and es teler
And who will get the "mado desu" expression!

East coast, foxtrot, salsa
You get it all, and a piece of my wretched heart
I hope to get a dance with you again someday

Close beds, drunken parties, and late night talking
You're a role model for your motivation and application
May New York give you what you came for

I'll never be as dedicated to to foeld as you are
Engineer to the bone, you make me laugh at my worst

You make me feel like a better person
And say all the right things I thought I'll never hear
It's a real blessing to know you

She says she hastwo left feet
But she forgot to say she's gorgeous and knows how to move everything else!

Ah you people, thank you!


And now, I need to find a leotard for my ballet class.....no kidding!

Africa

Africa
Le college, le lycée avec les copines....
Bujumbura
Petite capitale au bord du Tanganyika
Ou l'on a appris le tennis et la piscine
Ou le ciel est bleu et le goudron est bien chaud
Et les nuits sont reposantes ou dansantes chez Calo


Adolescence, nouveau né
Bujumbura
Lieu de mes premiers soucis à l'âge ingrat
Calme et petit havre de paix près de Gatoke
Premiere maison de notre cher frère Andry
Enveloppe d'amour et de chaleur dès son plus jeune age

Poussière, aube, safari
L'Afrique centrale est bien riche en paysage
Dar-Es-Salam avec ses palais orientaux et ses plages
Les herbes hautes du cratère du Ngorongoro
Vu au prix de réveil le matin tres tot
Les giraffes, lions, hippopotames et hyènes nous sourient


Vacances, desertique, moderne
Gaborone
Lieu insoupçonable ou la pluie est 'money'
Ou le bush est dense et les batiments modernes
D'ou l'on visite Nata, Francistown, Victoria Falls et Harare
Au prix de longues conduites en ligne droite vers le Zimbabwe

Shopping, Sud, meshoui
Gaborone
D'ou l'on s'échappe pour les courses à Mabatho ou Sandton
A deux jours de voiture de Capetown, Simonstown et les pingouins
Balayé de vents froid prouvant que l'Antarctique n'est pas bien loin
Ou certains se gavent de billtongs et d'agneau rotis!!!

Evènements, sports, talents
Gaborone
ou j'ai raté les Davis cup et football pres du Notwane
Bien rapportés par cette pétulante Mialy
Ou les oeuvres de Tojo font la joie de la famille
Et ou le Bull and Bush est presque toujours plein de gens.


A tous ceux qui se reconnaisent, je vous aime et vous salue.