Encounter. Das Ziad.

“I feel like writing… I had a good encounter today. I like encounters. They remind me I am alive. Encounters make everything possible. Open to life. Open to experiences. Open to good. Encounters are unique. Each one opens a different door. Different possibilities. Sometimes we just run. And keep running. Or we walk in every…

Troubles

And there is a moment when you know it is just Troubles… You can see them coming… The heartache, the big ball of sadness deep in the stomach… The infinite longing… The insatiable thirst… You can see them coming… The wound that starts to open… All the words that you cannot say, that you cannot…

Love

Love When there is story telling When usual things become Magic and get another dimension… When a cup of coffee become a song… When a simple Hello become a letter… When a scene become a state of inspiration… That’s it… Inspiration… There is no love when things give you only what they are intended to…

Illusion

My illusion… My moon… I can see you despite distance, time and silence… In all songs, in all dances, in all words… I see your light… My illusion, you might be the most bright truth in my horizon…  

Deep Conversation

Here’s to what few words may do…   To that shy perplexed whisper you threw, To that word, and to that word too, To that silent breath between me and you, To that little smile on your lip, to that hand, to that glass, to that sip…   Here’s to that simple, wandering question, To…

Again

Stones again Stones survive decades and decades… That night I thought about all passing stories of love, missing, longing, hatred, jealousy, lamentation, and heartache…  and I thought that these stones survived them all… how many longing eyes watched them desperately, how many holding hands walked in the shadow of these specific columns… how many sun…

Surgeons Who Saved My Life

And in the same day when you feel, that life may be disappointing, that things are losing meanings and that pain is surrounding you from everywhere… In that same day, she comes through strange voices, in that old temple of the city of the Sun. She is here, again. What a presence. Did you really…

The Art Zone

Schizophrenia I miss you, despite everything.  The Art of Disappearing From all known forms of ART, the most stimulating and inspiring one is the Art of Disappearing, the Art of Detachment.  The Art Zone There is an Art zone in some people, some moments and some places, an invincible layer of magic and inspiration.  You…

The Rock

And you may fall in love with a rock, Its tender and smooth shapes … Its color… You may hear it sing, you may feel its odor… You may stitch one thousand and a story around it… The rock… what a gift to inspire all this and still being a rock!  

Missing

“And you became like the coffee, In the deliciousness, And the bitterness, And the addiction.” Mahmoud Darwish

Despite You

And I can see you, Despite the distance, the absence and time; Despite the uncompleted painting and the unfinished story… Despite expectations, hope and deception; Despite the long way and the uncertain ending… The headache, the pain and the heartache… Despite the green, the yellow and the blue… Despite Darwish’s poems and Joubran’s music; And…

Hangers

And there is a hanger… Where all your dreams are still waiting… Where all your smiles are pending… And there is a hanger… Where your heart is held… And you enjoy the shivering movement of your suspension(*)…   (*) Rim Banna Zedni