Excuse

And you will never know why… Reasons are meaningless … once it is there, IT IS, and you cannot do anything about it … Each night, you may still be thinking about it when you are sleepless… Each day, you may try to throw it in the Mediterranean Sea, and it will come back to…

Taste Of Memories

via Daily Prompt: Bitter   Memories for sale, for less than one dollar each… Black and white photos, coming from far away… Photos of unknown smiles, lovers, friends… Photos thrown on that table in a flea market in Beirut… Memories for sale, for less than one dollar each… The look in your eyes… Our laughs,…

Workers

Today and every day, a thought for all hands working hard, working with heart… Work for living, work for living better… Work to make someone else safer and happier… their families and their kids… Today a special thought for my mother in her first “1st of May” without work, after her retirement… Another thought for…

Little beautiful things

I wrote a long article, I threw it all the way… A strange feeling of detachment of anything that surround me… There is that quite, deep and yellow feeling that awakens me at 3 AM each night… And there are those curious eyes I met in the park, those fingers with that book, the refreshing…

Curiosity – First Move

via Daily Prompt: Blindly “That’s what makes death so hard – unsatisfied curiosity” – Beryl Markham (*) And there is no logical answer to that … When you are driven blindly after that passion… You try to find what makes you lose your means in front of it… There is nothing “logically” or “scientifically” proving…

The Monster

I cannot tame the monster anymore… It is weird how long we search for it, how we beat the impossible, and overcome all the obstacles to awaken the monster inside of us… and when we find it, when it is here, we do everything to calm him down… we run away from his claws… How…

Little Stories

And there are these little stories…  Stories of unknown persons, birds and flowers that I meet on daily basis on my way to work…  Story of a black car that stops on that particular place; the driver takes away a bag from an old man that is probably a pharmacist… seeing that old man with…

Aneurysm…

All is in this head… You, weak thin veins… did I harm you with all my thoughts and addictions, my losses and passions? Which part of me are you feeding? My eyes? My memory? My ears? My fingers? My heart? You little thin veins of mine, would you hold on? I am still in love…

Everything else

via Daily Prompt: Meaningless And there is that moment when I miss you and everything else seems to be meaningless… When I want all this to end, and when it ends everything else seems to be meaningless… When after all, if I had the choice, I won’t change a single detail… Not even that bloody…

Against all odds

Like a haunting song … Your words in my head… “على هذه الارض ما يستحق الحياة…” …. with that rhythm… Against all odds, the spring came back, and got me a gift… this yellow flower, in the middle of this whole mess… I am back again… and against all odds, I miss you again… and…

Colors

via Daily Prompt: Abstract   And there is that abstract affection… Affection to colors… shapes… used hands and bright eyes… Affection to old bazaars… vintage tiles and arcades… I remember that day, in Istanbul’s spice bazaar… I had this abstract feeling… and told you… “(R)… You know, I feel that part of me belongs to…

Histoire d’un Amour

I just noticed that I have no CD’s for Dalida… I know most of her songs and specially 3 of them… by heart… Songs that one could not bear to listen to frequently, with words that tell the whole raw truth… Yesterday I watched “Dalida” the film… Today I woke up and draw this… Today I will…