Today my world was invaded with cold tea

and boring small talks

The battle was lost before I could ask:

"What have you put in my tea?!" 

And yet again, life has repeated her poem, and she emerged from the drawer where I carefully store old acquaintances, those that seem to be gone from your life.

But they aren't, cos they  pounce at you when you least expect it,

attached to a scent,  a sound  or a sequence of words.                                      

I've been wandering for days, months, years....

Today I stopped for a while, her poetry resounding in my head:

 My way of loving,

Unspeakable sadness, like these shoes worn on a long journey

In these shoes I have walked so long that I became

A silent One 

Or something like that....

Happy Birthday Dada, in two or three days, you know I always get confused