Saturday, September 4, 2010
الهادي جويني- حبي يتبدل يتجدد
حبي يتبدل يتجدد
ما يتعدش كيف يتعدد
فكري خونك كيف ما خنتي
لكن قلبي يحبك إنتي
حبيتك طفلة و بنيا
حبيتك كيف صرتي صبيا
حبيتك كيف بنت العم
حبها في قلبي و الدم
كيف ما يرجع الفرقط للنار اللي تحرقو
كيف ما يرجع الفلاح للحقل اللي عرقو
كيف ما يرجع الملاح للبحر اللي غرقو
نرجعلك حاير و مهني
إنتي و قلبي أقوى مني
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Marriage Institution
Hardly an institution creates as much fuss as the marriage institution does.
Teenagers despise it, single adults fear it, married persons criticize it. Nevertheless, we all march irrevocably towards it. However critical we were, however fearing of commitment we are, the vast majority of people take the step and sign that paper, take that oath.
A genetic programming? a deeply rooted social conditioning? A curse? A human fate?
What is it that makes marriage such a powerful, surviving institution?
Teenagers despise it, single adults fear it, married persons criticize it. Nevertheless, we all march irrevocably towards it. However critical we were, however fearing of commitment we are, the vast majority of people take the step and sign that paper, take that oath.
A genetic programming? a deeply rooted social conditioning? A curse? A human fate?
What is it that makes marriage such a powerful, surviving institution?
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Monday, January 18, 2010
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Hemleya
I bought a land on a hill
It oversees a gaz station, it oversees a mill
The view is breathtaking,
The sea, the mountains, a heaven in making
On the land plot, I am building a house
Modern interior, stylish setting
The tenants will enjoy the spectacular view
The doors, the windows, are entirely see-through
The tenants will roam the house seamlessly
They are ghosts, they can move easily
The ghosts come from my past,
When the house was intended to be my home
Now, I could hardly be a guest
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