tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26866567.post1711727227524489081..comments2009-07-17T16:39:16.865+03:00abufareshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05528721595411746558abufares@abufares.netBlogger36125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26866567.post-58031471752809134842009-07-17T16:39:16.865+03:002009-07-17T16:39:16.865+03:00Another favorite Quote comes to mind...<br /><br />&quot;For whatever we loose, like a you or a me, it is always ourselves that we find by the sea.&quot;<br /><br /> ee.cummings<br /><br /><br />w.b. yeatsAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26866567.post-10151715498148117052009-07-16T20:05:09.697+03:002009-07-16T20:05:09.697+03:00@ DJ ...<br />You&#39;re absolutely right - I agree wholeheartedly! :-)Karinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01834225120243982983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26866567.post-29449437482725619342009-07-16T03:15:05.716+03:002009-07-16T03:15:05.716+03:00Thank you abufares, your generous words mean a lot to me.<br />Allow me to add that not only you have taken me back in time but unknowingly you have delivered a much needed kick in my butt, which very often has committed me to break my silence and leave comments on your blog/posts in the capacity of more than a sentence or two...<br /><br />Good Morning.JGMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07006985362873821979noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26866567.post-66869909127554107912009-07-15T23:36:16.270+03:002009-07-15T23:36:16.270+03:00@Mariyah<br />You know it&#39;s so strange that Gibran&#39;s words are as beautiful in English as they are in Arabic.<br />As for my writing, only a beautiful mind like yours can appreciate the beauty within and that love is not a bond at all but rather, as Gibran puts it, the empty spaces where the winds of heaven can freely dance.abufareshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05528721595411746558noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26866567.post-42927308672355616262009-07-15T18:29:14.003+03:002009-07-15T18:29:14.003+03:00Dear Abufares,<br />Thank you.<br /><br />@DJ: Just &quot;Katia&quot; would do.Katiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10838074699362953782noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26866567.post-62147600746341777752009-07-15T17:23:18.872+03:002009-07-15T17:23:18.872+03:00“Love one another, but make not a bond of love: Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls” - Kahlil Gibran<br /><br />This quote made an impression on me some time ago and when I read your exquisite post, it came back into my mind. Honestly, Abufares, your writing defies description...its so beautiful - don&#39;t ever stop.Mariyahhttp://mariyahsblog.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26866567.post-11921032790327347642009-07-15T12:32:34.068+03:002009-07-15T12:32:34.068+03:00@JGM<br />Man this is good! Real good.<br />Some memories are forever burned in our consciousness and one day, all of a sudden, something happens and brings it back to life. Vivid colors, rich smells, luscious textures and the tickle of a breeze conspire to stop time then reverse it in the eyes of our mind.<br />Thank you for sharing your moment. Your depiction of which was simply beautiful.abufareshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05528721595411746558noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26866567.post-12491454885533631842009-07-15T10:44:01.570+03:002009-07-15T10:44:01.570+03:00@DJ<br />Deeper and deeper you dig. I can&#39;t believe this exceptional ability of yours. Were you born with this talent or did you acquire it as a skill the long and hard way?<br /><br />Don&#39;t you think that making love sometimes defies classification? Why do people do it on the floor when it&#39;s more comfortable in bed for instance?<br />Where and when are so insignificant as compared to how and why.abufareshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05528721595411746558noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26866567.post-38777159325988616922009-07-15T07:11:48.297+03:002009-07-15T07:11:48.297+03:00Karin,<br /><br />You&#39;re right, there is a whole host of stuff that could happen to a guy caught with his pants down. Nonetheless, some people still do it in public for the thrill of getting caught, others -- and I suspect these couple are amongst them -- do it in an outdoor secluded place (yet still a public property) because they can&#39;t afford to get a vacant house (financially and socially).Dubai Jazzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17951647402774044439noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26866567.post-5756666007436355622009-07-15T07:06:18.985+03:002009-07-15T07:06:18.985+03:00Abu Fares, <br /><br />Ah, I like it too when my ass gets &#39;whipped&#39; by a beautiful woman.<br /><br />But I couldn&#39;t be sure since her blog is by invitation only. So just in case, do you feel equally thrilled when my ass gets &#39;whipped&#39; by average-looking or ugly women?Dubai Jazzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17951647402774044439noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26866567.post-25395540751573395312009-07-15T07:02:14.127+03:002009-07-15T07:02:14.127+03:00Kat-ia, <br /><br />Well, that was kind of obvious, wasn&#39;t it? I mean, &#39;ejaculation&#39; is much more wet and less PG than I would have liked.<br /><br /><br />BTW, how old are you? 18 is usually the age below which I don&#39;t riposte to comment with sexual implication. ;)Dubai Jazzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17951647402774044439noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26866567.post-54013138012915296872009-07-15T03:08:48.404+03:002009-07-15T03:08:48.404+03:00abufares, farther than everything, you took me back to the debris of my childhood and my growing up years, to the shadows of deserted things and forgotten dwellings...to a town in the south of Lebanon. My town... to a spot, a skeleton of a building forgotten by the people and forgotten by time. <br />I don’t remember how or when, but without deliberation I found myself there on the first floor. A space with the least possible amount of structure that could very easily be mistaken for being a draftsman rough sketch on a drawing board.<br />Below, white earth all around and an old narrow road, secretly snaked down to the horizon separating us from the final resting places of the dead, little chambers like a hamlet for dwarfs.<br /><br />...The car was parked on the northern side exactly beneath where I stood slanted and stiff as if I was one of the concrete beams with the eyes of a 13 year old boy filled with horror as I watched through the car’s sunroof and the front windshield, a man and a woman fondling each other. His hands, one through her unbuttoned top full of her exposed and glistening breast and one hand stretched deep in the darkest abyss of her vast region. Her hands, one wrapped around the back of his head almost swallowed by his thick bushy hair and one hand reluctantly feeling and pressing on his penis... Locked in a kiss their heads moved like a choreographed dance for robots.<br />Unlike you abufares, I could not hear anything in that shattering silence but the throbbing of my heart rippling through every vain in my body.<br />The captured moment was like a scene from a surreal silent movie without the accompaniment of the circus music. I never really saw their faces and I never saw them again. I very often went back to that very same spot where sometimes I’d sit and wait hoping that they might come back... sometimes I’d while the hours away listening to the dead across the road snoring in the comfort of their pine crates.<br /><br />Thank you.JGMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07006985362873821979noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26866567.post-86884322320113733422009-07-14T20:12:41.431+03:002009-07-14T20:12:41.431+03:00@w.b. yeats<br />Thank you for quoting from one of my favorite books. I first read it when I was 10 and you just made me thirsty for another voyage, with the old man and the sea.abufareshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05528721595411746558noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26866567.post-56309690689863948352009-07-14T20:10:52.804+03:002009-07-14T20:10:52.804+03:00@XTR<br />Ahh... the sea indeed. Angry or at peace there&#39;s no place else I&#39;d rather be.abufareshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05528721595411746558noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26866567.post-31187430011730340282009-07-14T19:06:49.607+03:002009-07-14T19:06:49.607+03:00&quot;The clouds were building up now for the trade wind and he looked ahead and saw a flight of wild ducks etching themselves against the sky over the water, then blurring, then etching again and he knew no man was ever alone on the sea.&quot;<br /><br />The Old Man and the Sea<br /><br />w.b yeatsAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26866567.post-41393075042709118212009-07-14T16:01:47.808+03:002009-07-14T16:01:47.808+03:00Ahh... the sea... redolent of salt and adventure… Dinghies, the classic hammocks underneath palm trees, and romantic love stories! How intoxicating indeed!XTRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03433249848691004109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26866567.post-44817045140266429002009-07-14T12:17:54.882+03:002009-07-14T12:17:54.882+03:00@Fantasia<br />I hope by the time I complete my response to your comment you&#39;re already back in the tender arms of sleep.<br />I want my writing to bring your nightmare to its knees, to illuminate the dark passage you just crossed, to run the letters of my words through your hair and to whisper in your ear to sleep my dear friend, just sleep...<br />We are not alone, you and me even in the utter moments of solitude, we&#39;re never alone.abufareshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05528721595411746558noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26866567.post-45393554480509508172009-07-14T12:07:37.485+03:002009-07-14T12:07:37.485+03:00@w.b. yeats<br /><br />The sea<br />Uncounted treasures within<br />Unknown lands beyond<br />Untold secrets across<br />A whisper, a whimper, a smile, a tear then some laughter<br />The seaabufareshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05528721595411746558noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26866567.post-71364962109163249402009-07-14T11:47:53.578+03:002009-07-14T11:47:53.578+03:00It is 4:30 a.m. and sleep has been robbed from me ... it remains illusive. So I grab my net-book, turn it on and without even thinking - stop to read your post. Again. As the nightmare that woke me fades with the soothing melody and images of your story I find myself grateful for your blog.<br /> <br />Once more you have delighted. The emotions you convey, the images that flashed like an old movie in my mind were tender, mournful, soulful and sensual. The romance and infinite story of human love and compassion. The need to shine, to be loved ... and to love. Well done my friend. Your talent is great... your heart greater.AFantasia Lillithhttp://pillowtalkpress.wordpress.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26866567.post-81902030324640829142009-07-13T22:58:46.066+03:002009-07-13T22:58:46.066+03:00Very romantic. Nothing like a night at the seashore for romance... The smell of the ocean, the stars, the murmur of the waves, its just perfect!<br /><br />You made me long for our old J-36, and the wonderful sailing days.<br />w.b. yeatsAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26866567.post-29459954044294788842009-07-13T19:06:41.869+03:002009-07-13T19:06:41.869+03:00@Karin<br />Hello dear friend.<br />It was on a beach somewhere north of Tartous.<br />Never a voyeur, I didn&#39;t actually see anything which left me absolutely free to bathe in the joy of imagining their love making.<br />They were so beautiful, so much in each other... Perfect!abufareshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05528721595411746558noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26866567.post-20276507641864545132009-07-13T18:43:05.667+03:002009-07-13T18:43:05.667+03:00@angienader<br />Thank you for coming my way Angie and you&#39;re so welcome over here on my blog.<br />I should write a book you&#39;re right. Not because I believe myself to be that good but because it&#39;s a dream I need to fulfill.<br />Hopefully soon :-)<br />Again, it was so nice of you to drop by. I tried to leave you a comment on yours, about your 11 hours desert ordeal, but for some reason I was unable to.abufareshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05528721595411746558noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26866567.post-34734023375379982112009-07-13T18:31:25.062+03:002009-07-13T18:31:25.062+03:00i have been reading your posts for a while...and really they are beautiful.<br />you should write a book...or have you already?<br />anyways...ur awesome!angienaderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14651386880719631156noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26866567.post-77813642617186573812009-07-13T16:39:07.521+03:002009-07-13T16:39:07.521+03:00What a fantastic story abufares ... I was totally fascinated while reading it! Where is that place? Beach of Tartous? <br /><br />To Katia and DJ: Thanks Katia for spelling out &quot;premature ejaculation&quot; for DJ&#39;s &quot;something or the other&quot; (what&#39;s wrong with calling things by their names?) ... had the poor guy found out though there was someone only some inches away in the darkness eagerly absorbing every whisper and sound of their making love, I guess it wouldn&#39;t have been any of that but the shock of his life and a MAJOR frustration for both!<br /><br />Fantastic writing abufares ... I absolutely love it!Karinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01834225120243982983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26866567.post-47943533067700121582009-07-13T10:06:46.064+03:002009-07-13T10:06:46.064+03:00@Yazan<br /><br />So that was you, lolllll.<br />Glad you enjoyed it my friend.abufareshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05528721595411746558noreply@blogger.com