the three of us

we have dinner in our pijamas, talking as much seriousness as bullshit. we discuss their future and my present. he has opinions about my men and I love to see him happy with his new toys. and so does she. we all like shopping. although we all buy different things. we always drink wine and put a nice table. full of nice food. being together is always a good excuse for celebration. he wakes up early and goes to the park. she wakes up later and reads. and when my turn is up, they are already back, talking and making plans for the day. sometimes we sleep all in the same room. and in the rich-lucky moments we go separate ways. he snores, but we don't care. and next day we will all laugh of this. and much more. we will discuss the israeli-palestinian conflict, the sunflower baths, and the vodoos of all kinds. all with the same attention and care! we will buy books and exchange thousand ideas. and when they go, they leave this emptiness behind. but just until we meet again.

some are family by blood. some are by bond. we are by both.