The story of a sun blinded by her own glow,
...
What a shame,
Damn ego of me,
little me.
Monday, February 28, 2005
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.
Reflecting the inner beauty of you
Defeating the flower’s beauty in one issue,
The issue, the ephemeral,
Eternal you.
Wednesday, February 23, 2005
black [...] then white.
Rocking chair,
white hair,
I do not care,
I passed.
March 11th, 2041. “as if..”
white hair,
I do not care,
I passed.
March 11th, 2041. “as if..”
Sunday, February 13, 2005
Thursday, February 10, 2005
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
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
Tuesday, February 08, 2005
... en attendant,
I already told you , Godot came,
I wait for Noone else in this station but you,
You, nobody else but you.
I wait for Noone else in this station but you,
You, nobody else but you.
Sunday, February 06, 2005
" 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.
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.
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
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
... green blues
Why not be a bug,
Lost in the green grass,
Better, much better
Crushed just at time, the end of time.
Lost in the green grass,
Better, much better
Crushed just at time, the end of time.
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