

لقد فقدنا صلتنا بالحياة إلى درجة أننا لا نملك أحياناً إلا أن نشعر بالاشمئزاز من "الحياة الحقيقية" ، ولهذا فإننا نغضب حين يذكرنا الناس بذلك. لماذا ، بل إننا ذهبنا بعيداً جداً في هذا، وصرنا ننظر إلى "الحياة الحقيقية" باعتبارها عبئاً ثقيلاً، ونحن جميعاً متفقون على أن "الحياة" كما نجدها في الكتب هي أفضل بكثير. ولماذا نحدث كل هذه الضجة في بعض الأحيان؟ لماذا نخدع أنفسنا؟ ماذا نريد؟ إننا أنفسنا لا نعرف ذلك


من الرواية  الإنسان الصرصار  - فيودور دوستويفسكي

Composed By : Mohamed Murbati
تأليف موسيقي : محمد المرباطي

Nostalgia

2016

عندما تذوب الأفئدة | رضوان نصري

Patient, Patient - Endless Width


we are all victims.
victims of our bodys,
our souls
and our minds.
and it is our fault,
when we walk alone.
on my way to hell,
I had to fight against the hardest enemie i've ever had.
silence.
silence.
it all surrounds us and so is darkness.
the inner clock, which i was trying to ignore


is now ticking louder than ever.
i cannot ignore it anymore,
cause it is overwhelming my whole.
now, did i loose myself, by looking into the distance?
wondering 'bout the endless width.

so much that fits, when i listen.
it feels like me, sounds like you.
echoes so close to my thoughts.

never thought it would be easy, but this is not enough.
when there's one thing i know, it's that now is the time to start thinking.
a little light appears in front of my inner eye.
it takes me to a place where nothing is possible but everything is allowed.
start to scream but no sound.
but no sound.

the end is near.

the edge is near,
is near.
the end is near,
is near.

silence?

"The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone!"
BY JOHN KEATS
The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone! 
Sweet voice, sweet lips, soft hand, and softer breast, 
Warm breath, light whisper, tender semi-tone, 
Bright eyes, accomplish’d shape, and lang’rous waist! 
Faded the flower and all its budded charms, 
Faded the sight of beauty from my eyes, 
Faded the shape of beauty from my arms, 
Faded the voice, warmth, whiteness, paradise – 
Vanish’d unseasonably at shut of eve, 
When the dusk holiday – or holinight 
Of fragrant-curtain’d love begins to weave 
The woof of darkness thick, for hid delight, 
But, as I’ve read love’s missal through to-day, 
He’ll let me sleep, seeing I fast and pray.

Jhon Keats

المثقفة - تشارلز بوكوفسكي

Live personal heartbeat recording with questions.

why?

Once Upon A Time

العجوز و البحر - إرنست همنغواي - التسجيلات القديمة

One Summer's Day (From "Spirited Away")

One Summer's Day

صفحات من كتاب الصيف والشتاء - أمل دنقل

‎هذه الأرض ضيّقة بما اتسعت، غارقة بظلّ شحوبها، وعليّ أن آوي إلى روحي، لتعصمني.

Once Upon A Time

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