Mother of all sins,

Beirut, oh Beirut...

Updated Memories of that woman
Constant reminders of The Woman

that lady who haunts your days,
that lady who wants your nights,

fool enough you try to ignore,
desperate enough you wish to escape,

but then,
on every other morning,
when a sun shines through the blinds of all bedrooms,
you wake up,

in her bed, by her sleepy head.

[...] and round and round you go

U Turn

[...] Turning 30 today, hopefuly into something useful.

The bill please,

... : Sorry sir, no credit.

... : No problem, we are paying cash anyway,
and more than you can calculate on that stupid machine

... : You seem to have no other choice, sir

... : expensive, your "home" delivery...

... : you ordered, sir

... : i guess you are right, ... sir.

... : so?

... : so long...

[...] paying the price of love, and hate..

Comedia...

Funny how people are really attached to their land.
Funny how people are really fund of their countries.
Funny hein..

Well, nothing funny about that my dear,
Nothing funny at all.