How are you? your cooking was so great; many thanks; it kept me strong for the long trip back to Paris.
I really miss Syria but then my life seems to be here these days.
Meeting you was so great;I love your anger and simplicity... along with everything else-but i dont like the big words so I just sent you my greetings and love --oh and poems

I still dont have internet connection at my home ; maybe in a few days; it takes long here.

I a m writing to you from an Indian cafe; near my home; some human warmth here as it is not French:::
Wish you all the best

I will write more once wireless connection established
Lots of love
Laura



POEM 1

I slept with my clothes on
because life I wanted to abandon
and my uniterrupted transit into Dream to puruse
its action seriously to take
and 'realistically' to live it-

I flew into my Dream fully-clothed
to make the Real Escape
and the Escape Real

POEM 2 'CHOICE'

Sometimes you think life loves you
while it actualy refuses to tell you who you are

or maybe, because of it, you think that all is good
                         -and goodness possible

sometimes you just have to choose
the illusion to assume
life as an illusion to take

POEM 3(( for you

An outsider everywhere
that's what I am
and the more it hurts
the more fiercely I assume it
because,
I know, Shahin,
There is no other way

Feceless I go
Faceless I return
and my multiple masks furiously I exchange
the world its ugly coin to pay

I have no life to live
nothing belongs to me
and my only truth is apathy-
my way of non-beling out there
where I can only speak in muffled words

The world is not my enemy
yet I am an enemy to the world
who exterminates those he cannot undestand

                              -we live in an inclusive universe, Mr Stalin

My overstretched smile
a spit is
in the world's dirty river

I play the game of the world
with borrowed cards
and a missing Joker

my sleepless eye I close
its truth to hide
from the one-way people

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