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It hurts not to write, to wean my imagination by damming the river within or to trickle updates and comments on a bedlamite Facebook. With premeditated arrogance I pronounce that I’m too good for politics, but even a lofty leopard is distracted by buzzing flies. I should be writing about the beauty in and around me. Whether they are about the woman perched on a throne of clouds or the city I see in my childish eyes, I miss the echo of my own words. The music they make when they meander around in my head then dance to the drumming of my racing heartbeats. Leave the grease and the exposed hairy cracks to the mechanics, I tell myself then zoom past the desperate crowds in a dream powered Ferrari. I have the heart of Gawain and the ardor of Adonis, the Syrian God not the grovelling poet. I am the Tartoussi, Ibn al-Balad, who’s known the before and after, standing by and waiting for the end of this long day and a new beginning.
I'm coming back.
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So write about love, women, food, wine, beauty and fulfill your heart out!
cariños,
Hebé
Abu Abdo.
I don't know if you have ever heard this song. Every time I hear it, it reminds of you, the Tartoussi, the mariner at heart:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=szj-F00O0Q4
Hope you like it.
So you say :-)
I wanna write about the good things that make life worthwhile. It's not that easy to extricate our minds from the vicious web of politics, atrocities and crimes committed but I need to.
To Hizz my mind could prove therapeutic to myself and enjoyable to some.
To Hizz my butt, however, is disastrous on all levels.
LMAO!
Life is a bitch you're right but it's only because we (humans) allowed the dumb and base to rule us over the course of history.
Perhaps a total humanist revolution is the only hope for the future.
I can dream :-)
How many times did I tell you. If you promise to always read me I will die with a pen in hand :-D
When you're not the first one to comment I often wonder where you are and what you might be doing :-)
I thought you're busy at work and knew that once I wake up the next morning I'll find your, always, encouraging words.
It's nice to be back and this time I'll try to hang on.
What a beautiful song!!!
No, never heard it before but fell in love with it immediately.
If this reminds you of me I don't know what to say really! I'm so grateful. I am the mariner at heart and no song ever came so close to play my life's tune like this one.
Thank you!
Sorry it took me a couple of days to get back to your comment but you're absolutely right. Our undivided attention must be on the road ahead. What's done is done and will come to pass. We leave behind excess luggage, bad memories and sore losers. No matter the harm they've caused, we should scrape them off the walls. It's not a matter of forgiveness but rather of forgetfulness. That's the only fate they deserve.
It's a cold and dark universe when you're not around. You're the big bang that made it worthwhile :-)
LUV,
H