ساعات باليل في حاجات بتيجي في دماغ الواحد بس بتبقي غريبه قوي , كأن الليل بيصحي جوانا طاقه غريبه سواء بقي طاقه سلبيه ولا إيجابيه المهم انه في حاجه جوانا بيطلق سراحها , في اليوم ده بالذات كنت تعبانه جدا , كان عندي دور برد غريب لا هو شديد و لا هو عادي بس كان تاعبني قوي , كان عندي فيلم علي الكمبيوتر كنت عايزه اشوفه بشكل فظيع و كأنه واجب لازم اعمله كان في حاجه جوايا بتقولي انه اكيد مميز في حاجه فيه شدتني عمتا انا دايما بصدق في موضوع الصوت الغريب اللي جوانا اللي ساعات بيحركنا او بيقولنا علي حاجات مش واضحه بس بعد كده بنكتشف انها صح , اليوم ده باليل قررت اني استكمل فرجه علي بقية الفيلم و بالرغم من ان الفيلم مش بيتكلم عن حاجه مثلا صادفت انها في حياتي برضه بس معرفش ليه حسيت انه بيتكلم عن جزء مني جزء عمري ما ناقشت حد فيه جزء احتفظت بيه لنفسي بس علي العموم انا عندي قناعه ان في اي فيلم بنتفرج عليه و بنحبه او حتي بيعجبنا فاحنا بنحبه علشان لمس حاجه خاصه بينا قوي بشكل معين , الفيلم كان بطله راجل و البطله كانت قصتها مش اساسيه قوي فيه بس كان في حاجه غريبه شداني للفيلم كان فيه لحظات و انا بتفرج عليه كان جزء من الحوار يفكرني بحاجه خاصه بيا كنت اسرح و الاقي دموعي لوحدها فجأه من غير سبب نزلت بالرغم من انه مش فيلم كئيب او فيه حاجه حزينه بس كان عميق قوي لمس مشاعر و فكرني بحاجات كنت بحاول اسكتها جوايا من زمن و بالرغم من اني مبحبش النهايات المفتوحه بس بالرغم من كده نهاية الفيلم عجبتني قوي هي صحيح نهايه مش محدده بس اجمل ما فيها انها كلها امل ان في احسن حييجي او ان الاحداث بعد كده حسب التخيل كده فيها نوع من انواع التفاؤل
خلصت الفيلم و اتبسطت كتير بنهايته المفتوحه و أفتكرت اني مغسلتش سناني فقمت اغسلها و انا خارجه من الحمام لاحظت ان الدنيا ابتدت تنور كان في ضوء ضعيف كده معكوس علي الكراسي بره في الصاله قلت اخرج اشوف السما شكلها ايه لأن كان في إحتمال ان الدنيا تمطر , خرجت و بعدين ببص لقيت السما فيها سحاب تقيل قوي بس موجود في جزء واحد بس فس السما و الاغرب انه شاكله زي ما يكون السحاب التقيل ده ما بيمشيش أستغربت قوي هو فعلا واقف مبيتحركش فدققت أكتر لحد ما اخدت بالي انه بيمشي بس براحه قوي جدا لدرجه تخلي الواحد يشك انه اصلا بيتحرك معرفش ليه ساعتها فكرني المنظر ده بأيام و لحظات ساعات بتمر علي الواحد بيحس انها مبتمشيش واقفه و كأن الدنيا رافضه تتحرك لقدام و وقفت علي كده خلاص بس لما الواحد بيدقق بتفكيره شويه بيكتشف انها بتمر بس بتبقي تقيله قوي علي قلب الواحد وقتها بس تفكيري وقف شويه و سرحت قوي في شكل السحاب التقيل و قلت لنفسي اكيد زي ما السحاب ده حيمر و يمشي بعيد و السما ترجع صافيه تاني اكيد المواقف الصعبه في حياة الواحد حتمر ,فجأه لقيت قطتي طلعت علي الكرسي اللي جنبي و عملت صوت معين بتعمله علشان تلفت انتباهي انها عايزاني الاعبها , لاعبتها شويه و انا بلاعبها استغربت قوي قد ايه احنا بنبص للحيوانات احيانا انها مخلوقات من غير مشاعر مع انها كلها مشاعر بالعكس يمكن اميز ما فيها انها واضحه و صريحه في مشاعرها و بريئه جدا عكس كتير من البشر محدده في احتياجتها و أحيانا كتير بتحس بينا من غير حتي ما نتكلم او نقول اي حاجه من اللي جوانا
Friday 31 December 2010
Tuesday 9 November 2010
Fragments of Contemplation
As the sea reflects the sky's color inside it so as our heart
reflects itself through our words ...
If the light was not travelling that fast
we won't be able to see many things , ...
May be prison bars can captivate one's body
but nothing can captivate the soul ...
Everything have a soul , the smile on lips , the touch of the wind
on skin even the word on the paper ....
It is that not everyone smile is happy or cry is sad or
speak with intelligent words is wise or his face blush
is shy or blind is not able to see or broken hearted is not
capable of loving again ....!!!
When we think about " love " in a limted idea as the love between
man and woman only , that is the time we deprived love from
it's very heavenly features which make it surrounds each single
detail in our life....
In this life we are more alike the " Skirt Dancer " , either we concentrate
on our dance to let our skirt float so it can form a very beautiful merging colors scene or we
concentrate on other's dance and that's when we will stumble in our
skirt ....!!
Words are much like puzzle parts and their meaning are the finale portrait ,
so try to be more patient while you are arranging the puzzle parts
so as to get the right portrait ....
When we lose faith about life , Hope abandon us ....
Love is much pretty like a maze , we are lost in it in order to find
ourselves in return ....
If the wind was not blowing with that much smoothness we won't be
unable to hear many beautiful voices around us ....
If the wind of life was not blowing from time to time with that
much severeness , we won't be skillfull sailors in it and find a stream
for us in it to go through ....
Any special day is special just because it hold a memory dear to us ,
moments of happiness that we wish that it repeats million of times
not because of it's date number or because a soothsayer predict so ....!!
" Love is in the air " so it is easier to breath it deeply
and to enter your body smoothly , while " love is not on the ground "
so we don't step on it ....!!
In life there is nothing stable as sometimes there is power in weakness ,
intelligence in stupid acts , sadness in smiling , happiness in tears ,
pain in laughter , finding something when we are lost , forsaking in
holding on and so this is life just full of mysterious contradictions ...!!!!!
Our love song is composed of a sweet clarinet as feelings ,
a profound piano as talk , a group of violins as emotional lyrics ,
an accordion accompanied by a cute mandoline as laugher and joy and
of course me and you as it's singers ......!!!
Living our life without passion is as looking at earth's
beautiful colorful nature seeing it with only one dull color ....!!
It is not important the difference you will make in the world , what
really matters is how and by what you will cause this difference....!!
The ground feels hard , safe .
You can always get back to it and
it never pushes you away ....
Like the piano keys so is our days ,
sometimes black while others white and
all we got to do is to play them skillfuly so as
to get a harmonious music for our life ....!!!
It doesn't matter how the horizone is so wide , without
wild imagination with hope it will always looks like
a tiny spot to us ....!!
انا لا املك كل الاجابات عن شتي الامور
و لكن في طريقي أجد بعض منها و لكن أثمنها بالنسبة لي
هي تلك الاجابات التي لم يخطر ببالي قد ان اسأل عنها
Photograghy is about taking a mortal moment and turn it
to an immortal memory ....
Among the hills and vallies of our mind , there always exsist
some passeges that we must explore to know more about
ourselves and our souls .
We crawl till we can walk and we run until
we have the gut to jump ....
Even if the thunder was voiceless it still have the lightning
to declare it's presense ....
In each story you can find it's writer as anonymous
character in it , in each painting you can find it's painter
as anonymous color in it , in each music you can find it's
composer as anonymous tone in it and in each love you can
find anonymous magic .
reflects itself through our words ...
If the light was not travelling that fast
we won't be able to see many things , ...
May be prison bars can captivate one's body
but nothing can captivate the soul ...
Everything have a soul , the smile on lips , the touch of the wind
on skin even the word on the paper ....
It is that not everyone smile is happy or cry is sad or
speak with intelligent words is wise or his face blush
is shy or blind is not able to see or broken hearted is not
capable of loving again ....!!!
When we think about " love " in a limted idea as the love between
man and woman only , that is the time we deprived love from
it's very heavenly features which make it surrounds each single
detail in our life....
In this life we are more alike the " Skirt Dancer " , either we concentrate
on our dance to let our skirt float so it can form a very beautiful merging colors scene or we
concentrate on other's dance and that's when we will stumble in our
skirt ....!!
Words are much like puzzle parts and their meaning are the finale portrait ,
so try to be more patient while you are arranging the puzzle parts
so as to get the right portrait ....
When we lose faith about life , Hope abandon us ....
Love is much pretty like a maze , we are lost in it in order to find
ourselves in return ....
If the wind was not blowing with that much smoothness we won't be
unable to hear many beautiful voices around us ....
If the wind of life was not blowing from time to time with that
much severeness , we won't be skillfull sailors in it and find a stream
for us in it to go through ....
Any special day is special just because it hold a memory dear to us ,
moments of happiness that we wish that it repeats million of times
not because of it's date number or because a soothsayer predict so ....!!
" Love is in the air " so it is easier to breath it deeply
and to enter your body smoothly , while " love is not on the ground "
so we don't step on it ....!!
In life there is nothing stable as sometimes there is power in weakness ,
intelligence in stupid acts , sadness in smiling , happiness in tears ,
pain in laughter , finding something when we are lost , forsaking in
holding on and so this is life just full of mysterious contradictions ...!!!!!
Our love song is composed of a sweet clarinet as feelings ,
a profound piano as talk , a group of violins as emotional lyrics ,
an accordion accompanied by a cute mandoline as laugher and joy and
of course me and you as it's singers ......!!!
Living our life without passion is as looking at earth's
beautiful colorful nature seeing it with only one dull color ....!!
It is not important the difference you will make in the world , what
really matters is how and by what you will cause this difference....!!
The ground feels hard , safe .
You can always get back to it and
it never pushes you away ....
Like the piano keys so is our days ,
sometimes black while others white and
all we got to do is to play them skillfuly so as
to get a harmonious music for our life ....!!!
It doesn't matter how the horizone is so wide , without
wild imagination with hope it will always looks like
a tiny spot to us ....!!
انا لا املك كل الاجابات عن شتي الامور
و لكن في طريقي أجد بعض منها و لكن أثمنها بالنسبة لي
هي تلك الاجابات التي لم يخطر ببالي قد ان اسأل عنها
Photograghy is about taking a mortal moment and turn it
to an immortal memory ....
Among the hills and vallies of our mind , there always exsist
some passeges that we must explore to know more about
ourselves and our souls .
We crawl till we can walk and we run until
we have the gut to jump ....
Even if the thunder was voiceless it still have the lightning
to declare it's presense ....
In each story you can find it's writer as anonymous
character in it , in each painting you can find it's painter
as anonymous color in it , in each music you can find it's
composer as anonymous tone in it and in each love you can
find anonymous magic .
" Just " If ....
If the light was not travelling that fast we won't be able to see many things , ...
If the wind of life was not blowing from time to time with that much severeness , we won't be skillfull sailors in it and find a stream for us in it to go through ....
If love was not having this secret cozy chamber inside it , which hold usso tightly inside , we won't be always longing for falling for it ...
If imagination was not with that much of wildness , as it composes voices and sounds for mute images , finding vastwings for us to take us far away , we won't resort for it from time to time ...
If the photograghs was not holding that much of charm and dear memories to us , we won't love to preserve our special moments with it ....
If music was not with that much of smoothness and spontaneous emotions that carry us away to our own neverland , we won't tend to listen to it .....
If dancing was not the language of passion , we won't free our feelings with it ...
If the seas and oceans was not with that much of mysteriousness and depth , we won't be eager to sink our secrets in it and share themour profound thoughts ....
If the sky was with not that much elevation , we won't have that inordinate fantasy ....
If the kiss was not about the lips only but about the souls too , it won't mean so special to anyone ...
If the clouds was not that much fluffy , it won't ever tepmt us to wish if we can walk on them ....
If all the people are the same and we don't differ in anything fromeach other , there won't be any innovations in our world ...
If the nature was not so powerful , we won't unable to find a sourceto revitalise our souls with ....
If there was no faith to hold on it , there won't be hope too ...
If there wasn't me and wasn't you , there won't be that world we live in .
If the wind of life was not blowing from time to time with that much severeness , we won't be skillfull sailors in it and find a stream for us in it to go through ....
If love was not having this secret cozy chamber inside it , which hold usso tightly inside , we won't be always longing for falling for it ...
If imagination was not with that much of wildness , as it composes voices and sounds for mute images , finding vastwings for us to take us far away , we won't resort for it from time to time ...
If the photograghs was not holding that much of charm and dear memories to us , we won't love to preserve our special moments with it ....
If music was not with that much of smoothness and spontaneous emotions that carry us away to our own neverland , we won't tend to listen to it .....
If dancing was not the language of passion , we won't free our feelings with it ...
If the seas and oceans was not with that much of mysteriousness and depth , we won't be eager to sink our secrets in it and share themour profound thoughts ....
If the sky was with not that much elevation , we won't have that inordinate fantasy ....
If the kiss was not about the lips only but about the souls too , it won't mean so special to anyone ...
If the clouds was not that much fluffy , it won't ever tepmt us to wish if we can walk on them ....
If all the people are the same and we don't differ in anything fromeach other , there won't be any innovations in our world ...
If the nature was not so powerful , we won't unable to find a sourceto revitalise our souls with ....
If there was no faith to hold on it , there won't be hope too ...
If there wasn't me and wasn't you , there won't be that world we live in .
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