I do, I do, ..

I don't love you,
i don't.

i don't want you,
i don't.

i don't need you,
i don't.

i don't miss you,
i don't.

i don't mean a word i said,
i don't.

I am bored,

I am bored,
Tell me a story
" ...
Once upon a time,
In a restaurant in the old town,
Just around the corner, after all the tables line up,
The restrooms.

And on a door leading to the men restrooms,
Where that sign states: MEN.
Was a young white man standing,
And standing he was.
All day long, all through the night,
New years, old years, standing

But…
What no one ever knew,
What no one never noticed,
Is that he had another occupation.

The "white man standing" was in love.
He was in love, yes.
With the lady standing in the other side of the corridor,
The "white lady standing",
On the ladies restrooms door.

All day long, he tried to get a glimpse,
But that door would not stop revolve,
Each time it stopped, it revolved again... and again
He never really had a chance,
To look at her, or even express,
his thoughts on love, his thoughts on her love...



One day,
One normal day,
He decided to leave the door for good.
He had to say he loved.
He had to say he dreamt.
He had to say.

He pulled, he pulled hard
As hard as he could,
But no way he would,
Go off the door.

Calling the lady he tried,
So desperately he tried,
The lady was busy hosting,
Ladies in and ladies out.
Ladies need make up,
Make up takes time.
Make up takes her time,
The "white lady standing" in the sign.

One day, one boring afternoon,
A technician was on sight,
Heading towards him.
A brush in his hand,
A brush filled with paint,
Blue paint.

The technician grabbed this metal thing
And swept him off the door,
The sign man was to leave,
The sign man was to travel,

But…
Who was right next to him
The "white lady standing",
Who was now lying on her back.
She also was swept.
She also was sent.
Now is the time he said
To reveal all the words he had,
Bubbling in his white tiny head.

One thing he did not know.
The same thing she did not know.
A sign can’t speak,
A sign can’t reveal,

They just lied there, all dressed in white,
They just lied there, lovers of the silent night.

The tray traveled.
She was supposed to.
To a factory.
The white couple standing were melted down,

… Onto one big road sign,
A sign that said:

"Dead end."

..."

Discrepancy, oh discrepancy..

i once had a lover
but eventually i don't anymore..

she wanted to fall in love,
...
but i,

...

i wanted to rise.

so...

u know.

" Ray..."

a
person
never
really
realises
the
importance
of
sunshine
in
his
life
until
he
sits
alone
in
the
cold..dark

"The end"

the end of the world to me
is right where u live.

the end of the world to you
is where i am at now.

it is a small world after all
so does it really matter?

where it starts all
or where it all ends..

as long as each one takes care
of his end.

and hope that one day
if we are lucky enough,

no end or start,
no world at all,

would ever end.

The love "birds"

Once upon a time, there was a boy.
Once upon a time, there was a girl.
One day, one gloomy day,
The girl decides.
She wants to fly.


The boy said: "fly?"
"I want to fly"
Why did she decide just now to fly?
Fly as u like was his reply.


The next morning, she woke up early
Spread her hands and ...


The boy woke up,
And found his love down under,
With a broken neck.


She could not fly
She thought she could
She could not fly
He thought she could


For they have spent so many days
so many shaded days together,
on that tree.

U know What ...

People come and go,
...
...
...
...
...
...
Actually,

they just go.

... mates

Some days,

I feel I live aside.

They must be happy the way they live,

Those earthly creatures.

I wish one day,

only for one afternoon,

I could sign in.

And now,

Everything has an end, even this very sentence.

[...]

...

What to say when all is sad and done.

...

Solar,

The story of a sun blinded by her own glow,


...
What a shame,
Damn ego of me,

little me.

Reflections

Look at the flower as the mirror

Reflecting the inner beauty of you

Defeating the flower’s beauty in one issue,

The issue, the ephemeral,

Eternal you.

black [...] then white.

Rocking chair,

white hair,

I do not care,

I passed.

March 11th, 2041. “as if..”

... MY SHIP

I need a story, I need a tale,
I need a meaning to this long long sail.

Weight, waiT

[...] U are the light in my life,

Everything else is heavy.

About the blue ball,

[...]

Planet earth, dirty rats singing old times blues.

Nonsense sentence ...

I realized today, only today,
That no deeper sorrow has ever been,
No greater has ever lived, died and lived.
I bend my little self before the essence of all, all of us, all of You.
Embrace the nonsense of me.
Amen.

“The passion of the Christ.”


Dubai, spring 2004

Remembering Becket,

Waiting for you, Godot came.

... en attendant,

I already told you , Godot came,
I wait for Noone else in this station but you,


You, nobody else but you.

Agronomy

...


The human being, the most vulnerable plant on earth.


...

" No one's " arch,

The world is drawing to an end.
The clock is running wild,
I am waiting for Noah.
Flood is the only possible way out.

A flood versus a flood.
People are blinder and deafer than ever.
People are louder than ever.
There shall be only one path, down.
Hoping that rain would be enough,
For all the deficiencies around, all around.

We expose ourselves to God above
And Noah is waiting for the green light,
Building an arch is inevitable,
Not much wood is needed,
A small arc is to be built.
Passengers are few, maybe no one at all,
Just some plants, some harmless creatures,
Men will drown, women will too,

All are to be drawn to an end.


Dubai, spring 2004.

Nobody's perfect .

The only mistake God made during the seven days of Creation,
was the introduction of human beings,

The world would have been just perfect.

الكرسي

شو حلو صوت الخشب محمل عضهرو التعب
الكرسي قاعد، عم بهز شو بهم، أنا وصلت

شو حلو لون الأبيض بوقته طل الأبيض
لو خلصت أيام العز شو بهم، أنا وصلت

تعمدت ؟ ما بعرف ناسي حبيت ؟ يمكن ، أكيد
القصة ضاعت براسي شو بهم، أنا بقيت

منهم قبلي فلوا، راحوا اللي هروا الصبح بكير
متل الخريف بآذار لبسوا عباية حرير

فلت معهم، هجت معهم الوقت اللي كمل وقف
العقرب زهق من الحيط ضيع بالعد وخرف

مبارح وقف صوت الخشب ومعه هالكرسي وقف
بي و ولد ، كومة لعب شو بهم، دمي نشف

ما تبكي حرام الولد يقرا القصه من الاخر
امك ناطره يا ولد قلها فرحي، بيي مسافر

وبقي لوحده الخشب عم بهز، ساكت الصوت
قعدت محلي الغبره ضهرت انا، ومعي الموت

Switch ...

Life goes on,

and on and on,
and on and on,
and on and on,

… and off.

... green blues

Why not be a bug,
Lost in the green grass,
Better, much better


Crushed just at time, the end of time.