دائما نفس السؤال ...🍷🫳🏻💔

وأنا أغرقُ في صخبِ أفكارُي.. فِي ليلٍ هادِئ!
في ليلٍ هادئٍ تَتلاشي ببُطءٍ .. فمِن صَدمَتِي والشّوقِ أبكِي. وأُحِسُّ بتخدِيرٍ في كفّي َّو ألمِ يَدِي مِن رأسِي بعدمَا رحلتِي. لأعودَ للواقِعِ وأُأرق حتى أنام.. لأذبُلَ حتّى أغفُوَ وَحدِي.

By me ✍🏼

أنا و أنت كالواحد والثلاثون من ديسمبر والأول من يناير قريبين جدا لكن بيننا عام ..

إنه التعب الآتي من بعيد،
‏المتراكم، الذي تكون من كلّ شيء.

باقي اسبوع  وادخل ميلاد  جديد ومع ذلك التعاسة تحاوطني حتى بشهر ميلادي! وكأن الجميع افلت يدي وتركوني اسقط بهاوية التعاسة الابدية..

🎼

Catacombs of love  سراديبُ العشق

لا هدُوء في الهدوء كما تظنّ.

إن ما يطمح إليه الانسان هو الهدُوء في عقله.

love biography

our destiny “piano& cello cover”

لنتخيل أننا بخير ..

ماذا لو أنني أعيش أيامًا لا تخصني؟

Story
Anansi
In ancient times, when trees spoke and rivers sang, lived Anansi, the spider god, weaver of stories and guardian of knowledge. Though small, his mind was sharper than a leopard's claws and deeper than an elephant's burrow.

One day, Anansi heard that Nyame, the sky god, kept a magic drum that could summon rain, wind, and fire. Whoever played it wisely would have power over the elements. But Nyame lent it to no one, not even the largest animals.

Anansi, curious and ambitious, decided to get the drum. Not by force, but by cunning.

First, he visited the leopard, who boasted of his speed.

"Leopard, can you run faster than thunder?" Anansi asked.

"Of course!" roared the leopard.

"Then run up to the sky and bring me Nyame's drum." The leopard ran, but was stopped by the guardians of the sky. He returned frustrated.

Then Anansi went to the elephant.

"Elephant, can you lift the sky with your trunk?"

"Of course!" thundered the elephant.

But when he tried to play the drum, the sky closed like a shell.

Finally, Anansi wove a web of words, a story so beautiful that even the clouds stopped to listen. He climbed up his silken thread, invisible and light, and whispered to Nyame:

"Oh great god, is not knowledge more powerful than strength? Is not a story more lasting than a roar?"

Nyame, moved by Anansi's wisdom, gave him the drum with a smile.

Since then, Anansi plays the drum on nights of the full moon, and each beat tells a story: of humility, of ingenuity, of justice.

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