Sandra
you said,
I want to take your picture
because I don't want to forget you, or
you said,
because I want to remember you
In the garden of the Palace
on a sunny day, rare in that country
But I didn't say
I didn't say like that
I knew I wouldn't forget you
I remember
your sweet voice that
made everything bright and brilliant
I remember
your sweet heart that
gave me joy of living
just living an ordinary life
as a stranger
Sandra
I remember your skin
not black,
not white
beautiful mixture of Egypt and Paris
