the sequel...He opened his eyes, looked around, and saw his room...It looked different...Not as lonely as it's been looking since 4 months already...He looked next to him, no one was there...He looked all around, nothing had changed...He was still in his room, sleeping alone, on a double bed, like he always did...Only it didn't feel lonely anymore...The air was lighter, and easier to breathe...He touched his face, touched his nose, his cheek, his ear, then scratched his hair...Everything seemed to be normal...He was in one piece, alone as usual, and he was awake...Only, he felt lighter...He felt alive...And for no obvious reason...he was smiling...He opened the window, it was a sunny morning, although the air was wet...he smiled again, took a deep breath and mumbled a few words to himself:more life, more love I deserve that...
lose lose situation...For the first time in his life, he felt he needed a cigarette...not to smoke it, not to inhale it, to simply light it, and watch it burn silently...it wasn't fair that his heart was the only thing burning in here...it wasn't fair that his love was being doubted, suspected and disbelieved all the time...He loved her, and she kept asking him: WHY?he kept smiling, kept trying to explain that one cannot prove the obvious, that one can't describe the smell of the air that became different once he realized he was in love with her, the deafening noises of the city that became a lovely symphony, the gray buildings that became all colored, the food that suddenly tasted better and the life that suddenly started to have a meaning...why did he love her? he had all the reasons in the world to do so...Only as fluent as he was with words, he couldn't but remain silent...Couldn't but lose his voice and his logical thinking...he just loved her...he just did...and nothing else mattered to him
turning to dust...He looks at his watch...it's already 8:00 P.M...He looks at his mobile...Not a single missed call or sms...he smiles...takes another bite from his apple...looks at his mobile again...swallows the apple bite...stands up...walks a bit in his room...looks at his watch again...smiles one more time...and mumbles to himself: you're such a fool if you think she'll call...After he had decided to completely block her from his life, he broke his decision once again, and thought it would be best if they remained at least friends...It's been three weeks they've been talking again...He had told her everything he never did before...He took everything off his chest...She did too...Writing stuff while hiding behind a screen made it easier for both of them although she always said she prefers face to face confrontations...Throughout their conversations, she kept asking for one single thing:- In three weeks, I'll be back to Lebanon... I'll arrive on the Thursday afternoon... I want t
A Verlaine...Il pleut de grosses larmes d'orSur mon p'tit coeur qui se déchireA quoi me servent ces trésors ?Quand il n'existe plus d'empires ?Il grêle très fort sur mon âmeDes boules d'argent et de mercureA quoi me sert cet amalgame ?Quand presque tout devient obscur ?Sur mon esprit qui fait naufrageTombent des flocons de diamantAmour ! Arrête tes carnages !Je veux survivre simplement !
the sun ray...it's freezing cold...everything is covered with a thin layer of ice...the grass is blackened underneath...the butterflies are asleep...yet a single sun ray is shining on what seemed to be the darkest and coldest spot....back there, there is no ice, grass is greener, and a single black tulip has blossomed...black is not always sad...black is not always dead...black is sometimes, more colored than a million butterflies, than a meadow of roses, than the clearest rainbow...the single sun ray might be tiny, but it's spreading warmth...it's melting as much ice as it could...it's melting ice...in a freezing place, where all is covered by a thin layer of ice... Where grass is blackened underneath...where butterflies are all sleeping...A black tulip is watered by the melting ice, and heated by a tiny single sun ray...
no...No...you will not be the source of my tears...you will not be the reason of my sadness...you will not be a bad memory...you're too smiling, too happy and too beautiful to be any of those...No...I will not force myself not to remember you...I will not look away whenever I bump into you somewhere...I will not talk badly of you...you're invading my memory, addicting my eyes and sweetening my mouth...yet...No...I will not remain your friend...I will not see you everyday...I will not be around whenever you need me...cos I still love you... &
Missing you..By loving you,I have built an amazing castle...I used the finest stones...The strongest Lebanese cedar wood...The finest silk...I painted the walls with your bright colors...Decorated the walls with photos of you...Planted the gardens with your words...And flew all around with the butterflies...And then you left...And everything vanished...And the only thing remaining, is a window...A window that maybe one day...I'll open again...And see you looking at me...Missing me...As much as I'm missing you...
twist of fate...He steps inside the restaurant, heads towards the section he had booked for his birthday to find her sitting there alone
She sees him, puts the cigarette aside, stands up, comes closer, as close as she can, kisses him on the cheek and hugs him so tight and for a very long period as if she never wants to let go
- I missed you
a lot!!! she said while looking at him
He looks at the cigarette in the ashtray, chokes on an I missed you more carefully kept inside him, and instead smiles and says:- Thank you
Silence rules, she makes a step backwards, clears her throat from any smoke residues, grabs his shoulders with her hands and says:- I came earlier so wed have time to talk
He looks at the cigarette box near the ashtray, smiles one more time and answers:- Theres nothing to talk about
He turns his back to her, grabs his bags, and starts decorating the place with the stuff he brought with him
She sits ba
The Seagull and the FishThere once was a seagull, an ordinary everyday seagull who spent his days soaring over the glittering water surface, looking for fish to hunt...When he was younger, he had discovered that fish are the shallowest creatures on the face of the earth, and they barely had a brain...As Nazi as it might seem, but that was the only reason why the seagull hunted and ate the fish... they were a waste of space...One day, as the seagull was flying over the sea, he saw a glittering fish swimming underneath...he prepared himself, and headed towards it, took it in his beak preparing to eat it, and it was then that he heard a choking sound that said: I'm not afraid of dying, what could death bring me that I haven't faced already?The gull was shocked...He never imagined hearing a philosophical statement from a shallow fish...He then flew to a very faraway spot, placed the philosopher fish in a hole filled with salty water, and looked at it...He looked again...Rubbed his eyes and lo