Cairo, the 8th April, 2011

Missing you like the desert miss the rain...And I dance it, sing it, eat that feeling of thirst with no quench to it.

And all is about you and the memory of US.

Missing you like the dancer misses his/her music or the breath of LIFE that makes bodies and souls move.

And I dance it again and live it because living is nothing but missing you and drinking it at every meal along with the water that is nothing close to your river of love where I bathed.

And still do.

That s the beautiful point about missing you.

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