Yousif Abbas " Missing " شَــــوق ..  يوسف عباس - وتر بابلى

فهي تخبر وتصرخ بما لا يستطيع الكلام حمله....وان كانت اصدق

In the end it’s not the years in your life that count it’s the life in your years

Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me..

Virtuoso Oud player, Composer and Arranger, Joined many Oud international festivals in Egypt, Iraq, Lebanon, Morocco, and Tunisia, Won numerous awards in playing Oud and was honored in several international forums. 

Awards: 

* 2010 The First Place “Golden Tanit” award in playing Oud at Carthage Festival – Tunisia

* 2009 Munir Bashir Medal in playing Oud – Iraq

* 2010 The first place in playing Oud at the competition organized by The Egyptian National Institutes (El Agouza Educational Administration), Cairo, Egypt

* 2008 Award for best song at The 11th Arab Youth Festival, Alexandria, Egypt

* 2008 The best actor award at The Youth theater competition, Babylon, Iraq







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.

______


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"

وان الصدفة أحياناً بتبقي بألف الف معاد ❤️ 

Yousif Abbas " Missing " شَــــوق .. يوسف عباس - وتر بابلى

Yousif - Abbas