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I'm A Pixie

בַּר גַּרְסִיָּה־שַׁנְקָר | (05/09/2025 05:55) | 307 צפיות | | ייצא ל | יצוא ל

Newark Liberty Airport, July 2025

 

While waiting to board my flight, I had a glass of wine.

Across the lounge, a little blond boy on his father's lap

 Stared at me. Not exactly at me, but as if he saw my aura.

I loved the kid, his mussed hair, glittering summery sneakers.

Once, I was small like him, used to stare audaciously at strangers.

I noticed a question floating in his eyes;

Then, I blew him a kiss in the air, and waved.

 

Slipping out of his father's hands he came to me

And pointed at my purple lock: cn' I touch?

Not my black hair, not my dark complexion, eyes,

Not my red and white boots, the red bra.

Just the purple lock: cn' I touch?

I took his palm and guided it to my hair, smiling at him.

He touched the purple lock and smiled back, a tear in his eye

And I knew it meant the world for him.

 

Is it real? Are you real? Are you a pixie?

At that moment I wished I were unreal. All I wanted was

To be a magical pixie in one little boy's dream, fulfill his desires;

Answer all the questions that swam in his green eyes.

 

תגובות

שמואל כהן / יופיים של רגעים קטנים של קשר אנושי🌹🌻🌹 / 05/09/2025 07:35
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שמואל כהן / בר היקרה🌹🌺🌹 / 05/09/2025 13:23
גלי צבי-ויס / התום שבו / 05/09/2025 07:38
בַּר גַּרְסִיָּה־שַׁנְקָר / האבא שאל אם הילד לא מטריד אותי, אבל / 05/09/2025 11:47
🐝🐝BeeBee / 🐝🐝 / 05/09/2025 10:46
בַּר גַּרְסִיָּה־שַׁנְקָר / Well, his father asked whether the kid was bothering me, and / 05/09/2025 11:25
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