by Farida Mihoub
When I walk past beautiful houses,
I wish I had one too.
When I see a flashy car, I stop
and look at it, sighing.
When I hear a plane so high in the sky,
I look up and fancy being in it.
Where is it going?
I usually imagine to a sunny place.
But these kinds of desires go no further,
I shrug them off like a feather
fallen on my blouse.
After a few seconds, I want them no more,
because I am not the jealous kind.
If I see a child singing out loud,
moving his curls, dancing and laughing,
his teeth as white as pearls,
then I could stand there for hours.
When I meet an old friend,
the idea of spending some time
with him or her is like a blessing.
And when I am with you,
no matter when it is,
I am thrilled to the extreme,
and hope it never ends,
because that is something
I always want more.