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Wrong is wrong , even if everyone is doing it . Right is right , even if no one is doing it.

Continuing the transcendental cycle of life.

حين أضل تجدني الموسيقى.. لأنه حين ينتهي المرء من البكاء.. يبدأ بالغناء ...

قلوبنا كمفتاح عود شدت عليه أوتارنا وكلما زادت دقاته كان الوتر مشدوداََ ليصدر صوت حاداََ .. وكلما خفقت دقاته وضعفت تراخت الأوتار وأصبح صوتها ركيك .. وما بين هذا وذاك نتوق شوقاََ لدقات قلب بها تصبح كل الأوتار مظبوطة لتصدر أصوات لحن عجز الجميع عن عزفه إلا أنت ..

The distance between the people emotional modest god got inside the risks


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"

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