Monday, June 04, 2007

June ...











My soul cringing in anticipation of the next disaster, a fate we have to master, at the lingering emptiness the clinging accusation of a wilting identity of a withering existence. Carrying life in suitcases afraid of the night under new skies afraid of tomorrow ransoming dignities blackmailed for survival at every arrival. Running away from hearts from a tear at every port from an embrace that takes you back that makes your world crumble that melts the concrete and wipes the colors away from the pages of your days. Hiding forever trembling at the encounter at the onset of a moment of truth a moment of belittlement of awe that ages you every step of the way.


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9 comments:

Anonymous said...

just passing by your blog and i wanted to tell you ... don't be so down. i know it sounds superficial but summer in Lebanon without war is like no summer at all. We always need to have something exciting going on...or we get bored. ;)
and with june comes thousands of desperate Lebanese with suitcases running TO our beautiful, destroyed country.
i'm one of them.

Lirun said...

ahlan ya ohti

Anonymous said...

c la vie. c notre vie. le destin. je sais plus...mais l'important c de bouger. allez, go.. plus haut plus loin en avant..
good luck

_z. said...

Finally!

hmmm, what can I say... you are absolutely right, but hey! I am going back no matter what this summer. They are not going to ruin my plans this year once again...

bchoufik ta7et?

Unknown said...

bchoufak ta7et :)

Lirun said...

wa ana cman?

Ibn Bint Jbeil said...

As long as politicians have the right to make all kinds of promises, I too want to make a promise:

I promise you a watan of salam and itmi2nan and izdihar mazari3 zaitoon and teen, bidoon tahdeed isra2eeli.

pardon the anglo-arabic.

Aisha said...

you have a beautiful mind..

Allah yhaddi ilbaal w ila7waal..

Unknown said...

thank you palo girl and thanks for the promises ibj, nshalla