Saturday, May 14, 2011


عالمكم أمتلأ بالنقاب و اللحي
وأنا أبحث عنك خلف طيات الزمن ،


Menes said...

Concerning desperation:

Concerning what you said:
It hit a deep chord within, a chord that incessantly sings the same song, incessantly calls her name.

"Day after day, day after day,
We stuck, nor breath nor motion;
As idle as a painted ship
Upon a painted ocean.

Water, water, every where,
And all the boards did shrink;
Water, water, every where,
Nor any drop to drink." - The rime of the ancient mariner, Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Tariq said...

رائعة جدا