Glad to be part of this global #fusion project where music is the one language connecting the world and artists around the globe who have never met improvised on one track. From "The Mailing Address" Documentary for the World Youth Forum opening. Link to Video: https://www.facebook.com/hishamkharma/videos/1493155474067100/

سعدت بالاشتراك فى المشروع ده المبنى على فكرة ان الموسيقى لغة واحدة بتوحد العالم. موسيقيين من جنسيات و بلاد مختلفة عزفوا تراك مزيكا واحد مع بعض من غير ما يتقابلوا. 
من الفيلم الوثائقى "عنوان المراسلات".

Agency: Animation Adv.
Music Director/Producer: Hisham Kharma
Film Director: Tamer Mohsen

Egypt Musicians: 

Lead Roles:
Ahmed Mounib: Violin/Rabab
Sahar Zoghbi: Vocals/Guitar
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Mostafa Samy: Nay
Mahmoud Dessouki: Oud
Mostafa Lotayef: Percussions
Toqa El Hagrassy: Kanun

Hisham Kharma ^ Mailing Address Documentary Music [Video Link in Description]


Never let me lose the marvel
of your statue-like eyes, or the accent
the solitary rose of your breath
places on my cheek at night.

I am afraid of being, on this shore,
a branchless trunk, and what I most regret
is having no flower, pulp, or clay
for the worm of my despair.

If you are my hidden treasure,
if you are my cross, my dampened pain,
if I am a dog, and you alone my master,

never let me lose what I have gained,
and adorn the branches of your river
with leaves of my estranged Autumn.

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A light which lives on what the flames devour
a grey landscape surrounding me with scorch
a crucifixion by a single wound
a sky and earth that darken by each hour
a sob of blood whose red ribbon adorns
a lyre without a pulse, and oils the torch
a tide which stuns and strands me on the reef
a scorpion scrambling, stinging in my chest--
this is the wreath of love, this bed of thorns
is where I dream of you stealing my rest,
haunting these sunken ribs cargoed with grief.
I sought the peak of prudence, but I found
the hemlock-brimming valley of your heart,
and my own thirst for bitter truth and art.


- Federico García Lorca

العابرون سريعاً جميلون. لا يتركون ثقلَ ظلّ. ربما غباراً قليلاً، سُرعان ما يختفي، الأكثر جمالاً بيننا، المتخلّي عن حضوره.

- وديع سعادة "عزيزي"

لا اله الا انت سبحانك اني كنت من الظالمين