Une vie qui nait de moi, sans toi elle ne le soit
Tu es le je en moi et moi le tu en toi
Deux font un et deux font trois parfoit
Une porte, un sourire, une fenetre, et un toit
Mais Pourquoi
Sans moi tu te sens roi
Sans reine, sans loi
Sans vie, si froid
Nous sommes plus toi moi
Tu es devenu un toi, toi
Vas, je serais moi sans toi, ni loi, ni roi
Sans toi, je serai toujours soi
Par foi
Par loi
Pour moi
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Sunday, August 31, 2008
BELLE Esmeralda Amazing
Belle, is the only word I know that suits her well
When she dances oh, the stories she can tell
A free bird trying out her wings to fly away
And when I see her move I see the hell to pay
She dances naked in my soul and sleep won't come
And it's no use to pray this prayers to Notre Dame
Tell, who'd be the first to raise his hand and throw a stone
I'd hang him high and laugh to see him die alone
Oh Lucifer, please let me go beyond god's law
And run my fingers through her hair Esmeralda
Belle, there is a demon inside her who came from hell
And he turned my eyes from god, and oh, I fell
He put this heat inside me I'm ashamed to tell
Without my god inside I'm just a burning shell
The sin of Eve she has in her I know so well
For want of her I know I'd give my soul to sell
Belle, this gypsy girl is there a soul beneath her skin
And dies she bear the cross of all our human sin
Oh Notre-Dame please let me go beyond god's law
Open the door of love inside Esmeralda
Belle, even though her eyes seem to lead us to hell
She may be more pure more pure than the words can tell
But when she dances feelings come no man can quell
Beneath her rainbow coloured dress there burns the well
My promised one please let me one time be untrue
Before in front of god and man I marry you
Who'd be the man who'd turn from her to save his soul
To be with her I'd let the devil take me whole
Oh, Fleur-De-Lys I am a man who knows no love
I go to open up the rose Esmeralda
She dances naked in my soul and sleep won't come
And it's no use to pray this prayers to Notre Dame
Tell, who'd be the first to raise his hand and throw a stone
I'd hang him high and laugh to see him die alone
Oh Lucifer, please let me go beyond god's law
And run my fingers through her hair Esmeralda
When she dances oh, the stories she can tell
A free bird trying out her wings to fly away
And when I see her move I see the hell to pay
She dances naked in my soul and sleep won't come
And it's no use to pray this prayers to Notre Dame
Tell, who'd be the first to raise his hand and throw a stone
I'd hang him high and laugh to see him die alone
Oh Lucifer, please let me go beyond god's law
And run my fingers through her hair Esmeralda
Belle, there is a demon inside her who came from hell
And he turned my eyes from god, and oh, I fell
He put this heat inside me I'm ashamed to tell
Without my god inside I'm just a burning shell
The sin of Eve she has in her I know so well
For want of her I know I'd give my soul to sell
Belle, this gypsy girl is there a soul beneath her skin
And dies she bear the cross of all our human sin
Oh Notre-Dame please let me go beyond god's law
Open the door of love inside Esmeralda
Belle, even though her eyes seem to lead us to hell
She may be more pure more pure than the words can tell
But when she dances feelings come no man can quell
Beneath her rainbow coloured dress there burns the well
My promised one please let me one time be untrue
Before in front of god and man I marry you
Who'd be the man who'd turn from her to save his soul
To be with her I'd let the devil take me whole
Oh, Fleur-De-Lys I am a man who knows no love
I go to open up the rose Esmeralda
She dances naked in my soul and sleep won't come
And it's no use to pray this prayers to Notre Dame
Tell, who'd be the first to raise his hand and throw a stone
I'd hang him high and laugh to see him die alone
Oh Lucifer, please let me go beyond god's law
And run my fingers through her hair Esmeralda
Saturday, July 5, 2008
Happy and Sad
Happy Moment:
When you do what you want and you feel that everybody is enjoying what you are doing with you, even thanking you and remembering you for those happy moments. When you see a child smile at you, when you see a beautiful landscape, when you remember a funny joke in the middle of a serious meeting, when you do something meaningful and rip the fruits of your labor, when you laugh your heart out, when you hear and see others just as happy. When you try something new, when you finish a hard task, when you don't have to do something you hate, when you say the truth because it is true and when you are proud of what you have accomplished. Happy moments are rare moments and their reservoir in each of us is, and it is up to each of us alone, to make it replenish or stay empty. Someone used to tell me that "Happiness is an endless pursuit", it is, and here I am going after it ;), will I catch up or will it miss me, I don't think it will wait if I am a bit late, I have to try though, even if deep inside I know i will never catch up. This could be a happy moment, to take off running and searching for happiness...
Sad Moment:
When you don't understand life and what it wants out of you, when you are not understood or misunderstood and when you try to explain your position and don't see the point of talking. When you feel alone amongst strangers, when you feel alone amongst people you know, when you have to explain yourself to a close person or your lover, and look in his eyes and don't see in his eyes what you want to say. When you hear a sad piece of music and remember what injustice others did to you, when you wish you are dead and that there is no hope of trying. When you see an old man begging and no one is trying to help, when you reach out to a friend for an advise or an urgent matter in your life and don't find any friends. When you cry alone because you can't express yourself to your closest and don't find anyone to wipe away your tears, when you stand on top of a mountain and scream at the world to help you, when you can't do what you love and when you don't love what you do, when you look up to a sky without any stars or the moon. When you have a point to prove and you are stopped by others, a sad moment is when you admit you are sad.
Sad moments are a lot, more than anyone could count, i don't know why sad moments are remembered and happy ones are easily forgotten. Is this human nature, or is it just the nature of sad and happy moments?
I have to stop here, and this is a sad moment, but please share your happy and sad moments with me ...
When you do what you want and you feel that everybody is enjoying what you are doing with you, even thanking you and remembering you for those happy moments. When you see a child smile at you, when you see a beautiful landscape, when you remember a funny joke in the middle of a serious meeting, when you do something meaningful and rip the fruits of your labor, when you laugh your heart out, when you hear and see others just as happy. When you try something new, when you finish a hard task, when you don't have to do something you hate, when you say the truth because it is true and when you are proud of what you have accomplished. Happy moments are rare moments and their reservoir in each of us is, and it is up to each of us alone, to make it replenish or stay empty. Someone used to tell me that "Happiness is an endless pursuit", it is, and here I am going after it ;), will I catch up or will it miss me, I don't think it will wait if I am a bit late, I have to try though, even if deep inside I know i will never catch up. This could be a happy moment, to take off running and searching for happiness...
Sad Moment:
When you don't understand life and what it wants out of you, when you are not understood or misunderstood and when you try to explain your position and don't see the point of talking. When you feel alone amongst strangers, when you feel alone amongst people you know, when you have to explain yourself to a close person or your lover, and look in his eyes and don't see in his eyes what you want to say. When you hear a sad piece of music and remember what injustice others did to you, when you wish you are dead and that there is no hope of trying. When you see an old man begging and no one is trying to help, when you reach out to a friend for an advise or an urgent matter in your life and don't find any friends. When you cry alone because you can't express yourself to your closest and don't find anyone to wipe away your tears, when you stand on top of a mountain and scream at the world to help you, when you can't do what you love and when you don't love what you do, when you look up to a sky without any stars or the moon. When you have a point to prove and you are stopped by others, a sad moment is when you admit you are sad.
Sad moments are a lot, more than anyone could count, i don't know why sad moments are remembered and happy ones are easily forgotten. Is this human nature, or is it just the nature of sad and happy moments?
I have to stop here, and this is a sad moment, but please share your happy and sad moments with me ...
Thursday, June 5, 2008
1000 worlds and pictures - so borring don't read it !!
This is where I want to spend 10 days of my life. So peaceful and quiet. So serene and virgin. Never have to worry about stress, laim routines, daily tasks, or even people for that matter. Live and live some more, but live...
This is what I would buy if I had 1 billion dollars... an island of my own with a shack right in front of it ... share my life with someone I love, someone I can rely on to trust in this God forsaken island :) Have only one job: to be happy and make this other person as happy. But first have to have 1 billion dollars and buy the island ...
This is what I want to see when I open my window every morning. Tell me, if you saw that view every day, how would you feel? Who would you be? I tell you now, you would have been a different person, a different way of thinking and feeling. I know I would ...
This is a place where a friend of mine told me I would enjoy. Tempting, hard though, but worth to try. Someday my dear friend ... hopefully soon :)
"the quiet beast" is like facing a full army with just a wodden stick ... will you beat it? you might if you had the brains, the guts and the will. Imagine yourself in front of this white tiger, how will you be able to tame the trembling nerves of a human being, knowing inside that you are smarter ...
Ask me what I would do at this moment? Most people would run away from this certain death, I would probably be the only one taking a camera and rushing towards it, seriously.
This is where I want to die and be burried: at the end of a rainbow, for the colorful life I had lived: I faced my fears, I cleared my mind, said what I wanted, did what I always longed for, had some time off for myself and with someone I loved, someone who would remember me for that crazy person I was and say I miss you!
Plus ne suis ce que j'ai ete: (Poemes - Clement Marot)
Plus ne suis ce que j'ai ete
Et plus ne saurais jamais l'etre.
Mon bin prinptemps et mon ete
Ont fait le sau par la fenetre
Amour, tu as ete mon maitre,
Je t'ai servi sur tous les dieux
Ah si je pouvais deux fois naitre,
Comme je te servirais mieux!
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
What is the True Be?
I will turn 30 this June. So I thought I should start writting my thoughts and document them somewhere, you know for latters.
I am a very energetic person, and that is not how I always was. I always were this typical down to earth kind of a person, nothing in particular, nothing to care for, nothing .... period. I was always alone, always have this knack of talking to myself, imagining that I am in a situation that needed my wise opinion, and I used to talk about some pretty serious issues. Like, one day I imagined myself being elected as the first Egyptian Presidente, and I was talking to the crowds about the upcoming era we are facing, we should work and defend our country, bla bla bla. One of the situation I really really remember and has always been stuck with me, was that I imagined myself winner of an academy award and that I needed to give a speech to the audience about how I am thankful to all the people who helped me and stood by me and thank you mom and love you dad and my friends ... I always remember that one, always !
Now that I am 30, I look back and laugh of course at those silly thoughts and laugh even harder at the notion that those things used to make me happy, but they really shaped my way of seing things and interpreting them. Some people, who are older, might say that 30 is still young, why be so grim? Why say used to, was, why even think of writing my thoughts, I should be having something more cheerful to do, like going bunji jumping from the top of a bridge or something. But dare I? Could I? Who am I? Do I know? Do I have to know? What is the true Be in "to be or not to be"? Be is "me" and this blog is the truth about Be.
Like Hamlet, I always get sucked into dilemmas, "to be or not to be". So I have to warn you guys :)
Chokingly enough, I end up thinking more about the truth about me, chokingly even more, I never got that. As sensitive to everything as I am, I never got to understand what I want, where I am going, everyday is a new thing, is something different, is running after my shadow just for kicks.... One day, I write poetry, the other I paint, in between I play sudoku. No one stream, no one way street, my head is always that crowded piazza; so many things to do, so many thoughts to bring to surface. And with all the "so many things" that I do, one might thing that I never get bored; well, I get bored, A LOT, believe you me. I get bored that I have a lot of things to do: another dilemma.
Enjoy my peom: it's one of those contradictions of our daily lives:
Black Sunglasses:
Ever had black Sunglasses? Dark shades over your eyes!
Yes? Tell me how you felt when you saw the world in black
No? Is the world full of balloons and pies?
Shall I look forward, or MUST I look back.
Ever had black sunglasses? Dark shades thicker than brass!
Make you look everywhere, see the people through their mask
Discover other worlds, questions he or she never did ask
I wonder, are they glass people or just people made of glass!
Ever had black sunglasses? Dark shades over your eyes!
Black sun, sun glass, true or telling me lies?
Put them on then take them off, and you'll find,
On you can see, off you are blind !
I am a very energetic person, and that is not how I always was. I always were this typical down to earth kind of a person, nothing in particular, nothing to care for, nothing .... period. I was always alone, always have this knack of talking to myself, imagining that I am in a situation that needed my wise opinion, and I used to talk about some pretty serious issues. Like, one day I imagined myself being elected as the first Egyptian Presidente, and I was talking to the crowds about the upcoming era we are facing, we should work and defend our country, bla bla bla. One of the situation I really really remember and has always been stuck with me, was that I imagined myself winner of an academy award and that I needed to give a speech to the audience about how I am thankful to all the people who helped me and stood by me and thank you mom and love you dad and my friends ... I always remember that one, always !
Now that I am 30, I look back and laugh of course at those silly thoughts and laugh even harder at the notion that those things used to make me happy, but they really shaped my way of seing things and interpreting them. Some people, who are older, might say that 30 is still young, why be so grim? Why say used to, was, why even think of writing my thoughts, I should be having something more cheerful to do, like going bunji jumping from the top of a bridge or something. But dare I? Could I? Who am I? Do I know? Do I have to know? What is the true Be in "to be or not to be"? Be is "me" and this blog is the truth about Be.
Like Hamlet, I always get sucked into dilemmas, "to be or not to be". So I have to warn you guys :)
Chokingly enough, I end up thinking more about the truth about me, chokingly even more, I never got that. As sensitive to everything as I am, I never got to understand what I want, where I am going, everyday is a new thing, is something different, is running after my shadow just for kicks.... One day, I write poetry, the other I paint, in between I play sudoku. No one stream, no one way street, my head is always that crowded piazza; so many things to do, so many thoughts to bring to surface. And with all the "so many things" that I do, one might thing that I never get bored; well, I get bored, A LOT, believe you me. I get bored that I have a lot of things to do: another dilemma.
Enjoy my peom: it's one of those contradictions of our daily lives:
Black Sunglasses:
Ever had black Sunglasses? Dark shades over your eyes!
Yes? Tell me how you felt when you saw the world in black
No? Is the world full of balloons and pies?
Shall I look forward, or MUST I look back.
Ever had black sunglasses? Dark shades thicker than brass!
Make you look everywhere, see the people through their mask
Discover other worlds, questions he or she never did ask
I wonder, are they glass people or just people made of glass!
Ever had black sunglasses? Dark shades over your eyes!
Black sun, sun glass, true or telling me lies?
Put them on then take them off, and you'll find,
On you can see, off you are blind !
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