Crying baby

Today I cried seeing an old woman dragging her bags with so much agony and I knew she would get scared if I offered her a hand.
I know I am ultra sensitive these days( not if any of you care)
The alienation of human from human!!

so I remembered my sore eyes when I was in US and a 5 years old boy in Barnes & Noble came and sat in front of me and started to ask me the sweetest questions. Every body was baffled with our conversation until it was interrupted by the mother pulling his arms with such a violence : didn't I tell you not to talk to strangers??
alienation of human from human!!
that day I cried and cried. That day I cried until I heard the poem of my poetical father whispering in me ear :
My death would not be a journey
It would be a migration
from the land I despised
for the shade of inhuman
I saw in their grass.

Very moving, Ddavidd

Mercy Buquet dearest Larry
from the language of my heart