Perdere l’amore

لم تعلّمني السنوات بعد كيف اواجه الليل وحدي. في المرآة امرأة بدأت تشعر بيد الزمن فوق وجهها، وفي جسدها…حتى قلبي هرم هذا المساء. لا يكفي ان الوم القدر كي اخفف ثقل العتاب… و لا يكفي الأمل بأنني غدا أنسى و أعود لأسكن جسدي وحدي، امتلكه بنقصان واحد . نهب أنفسنا أكثر كلما تقدّمنا في العمر ، لا نخفي وجهنا و لا نخجل من قلبنا… و لكنني الآن أخجل، حين أعرف      ان هبتي ستعاد الي، كصفعة، كقدر يبصق امرأة في وجه الحب.. اتركني امشط شعر الوحدة  هنا… لم أعد أصدّق سوى هذه الخطوط حول عيني

Someone Told Me

On me dit que nos vies ne valent pas grand-chose
Elles passent en un instant comme fanent les roses
On me dit que le temps qui glisse est un salaud
Que de nos chagrins il s’en fait des manteaux
Pourtant quelqu’un m’a dit…

Que tu m’aimais encore

Serait-ce possible alors ?

On me dit que le destin se moque bien de nous
Qu’il ne nous donne rien et qu’il nous promet tout
Paraît que le bonheur est à portée de main
Alors on tend la main et on se retrouve fou
Pourtant quelqu’un m’a dit…

Que tu m’aimais encore, serait-ce possible alors ?

I heard this conversation…someone secretly said, you are still loved…

It was valentine’s eve and I was sitting in my jammies watching TV and I got an email saying….you are still loved.

He was walking down the street on a miserable day then found a flower on his doorstep, it said, you are still loved.

She borrowed a book from her friend and in it a note was slipped and it said, you are still loved.

Is it possible then?

Life is strange enough , let alone the heart and its surprises. You may think you can outsmart it, prevent its ache, love “wisely” with time….but love always has its way.

Maybe the best thing there is to love is that it belongs to everyone, from the day we are born till the day we die, we just love and keep on loving, and in love we are always young.

Today is a day for love. A day for everyone. Because we are all in love. Because we have all once and too many, loved and been loved….and because, though you might not know it, there is someone out there, thinking of you, remembering you, wishing you well.

We do not  hear every word of love that is felt. And sometimes out of the blue it comes again….and goes like this, as you have always known…and you love again…..I….Love….You

Happy Valentine to every single one of you ….someone is secretly saying…. you are still loved

Never again think that you are totally alone

 

P.S pls make sure you watch the video, or just a little bit of it at least, it ll surely put a smile on your face…exceptional performance, and the facial expressions! oh! just adorable

Berceuse

4:00 AM

Everyone sleeps, but the sound of piano and dreams that are yet to be

ابحث عني| أنسي الحاج

http://www.4shared.com/embed/448306959/9629eb9d

ابحث عني ابحث عني

أنا في مكان ما…

أغوص وأنتظر يديك

أنا في مكان ما…

أنطفئ وأنتظر عينيك

إبحث عني

انا في مكان ما…

أناديك وأنتظر مجيئك

انا في مكان ما أحبك أحبك أحبك

إمنحني وهج عينيك ليكون وطني وطني الوحيد

ضد أوطان البشر

آه إمنحني حبك، فلا أدخل حربا من حروبهم ولا لا لا لا يأتيني خبر السلام

أبداً أبدا أبدا

مد لي يديك من فوق حقيقة هذا العالم

مد لي يديك  حبيبي حبيبي حبيبي

فلا أدخل حربا من حروبهم أبدا

أحبك أحبك أحبك

إبحث عني

أنسي الحاج

Voir un ami pleurer

 

 

” Bien sûr on marche sur les fleurs Mais voir un ami pleurer! Bien sûr il y a nos défaites Et puis la mort qui est tout au bout Nos corps inclinent déjà la tête Étonnés d’être encore debout Bien sûr les femmes infidèles Et les oiseaux assassinés Bien sûr nos cœurs perdent leurs ailes Mais mais voir un ami pleurer! Bien sûr ces villes épuisées Par ces enfants de cinquante ans Notre impuissance à les aider Et nos amours qui ont mal aux dents Bien sûr le temps qui va trop vite Ces métro remplis de noyés La vérité qui nous évite Mais voir un ami pleurer! Bien sûr nos miroirs sont intègres Ni le courage d’être juifs Ni l’élégance d’être nègres On se croit mèche on n’est que suif Et tous ces hommes qui sont nos frères Tellement qu’on n’est plus étonnés Que par amour ils nous lacèrent Mais voir un ami pleurer! ”

There are some souls in this world that always feel like strangers among people, and rarely belong to a place or a time.

There are those who hold each other within their hearts, as if they were conceived with one heart divided among two people.

I was there when you were born, and i have walked along  your side since your first steps. We were there, with our first dreams about where we want to end up in life. And then there was LIFE with its own plans for us.

We grew up apart for too long, but were amazed to  discover that even if we were at different ends of the world, even if we spoke too little, we ended up growing into mirrors of each other, we were still ONE  at heart.

Now you go away again, and again I am a scared child holding on to traces of you, a shirt you forgot, the dish in which you had your breakfast before you ran to catch your plane, and which still sits in my kitchen with crumbs that fell, that still hold your presence for a little longer.

I often think of life, and what purpose it has. How long we have walked since our first baby steps. And what are the moments that matter most? You are my brother, my friend, my yogi and my shrink ! too hard a load for one person 🙂 But it is you who knows my soul best and sees right through my heart. And my best memories are always with you.

Here, alone again, and you are drifting into your other world. And this is my way of spending the evening with you… even if just in the heart

I love you, and I miss you so much

Dedicated to @revolteur , the most wonderful brother anyone could have.

Get back here fast !!!!

 

 

City that does not sleep

City That Does Not Sleep by Federico Garcia Lorca

In the sky there is nobody asleep. Nobody, nobody.
Nobody is asleep.
The creatures of the moon sniff and prowl about their cabins.
The living iguanas will come and bite the men who do not dream,
and the man who rushes out with his spirit broken will meet on the street corner
the unbelievable alligator quiet beneath the tender protest of the stars.

Nobody is asleep on earth. Nobody, nobody.
Nobody is asleep.
In a graveyard far off there is a corpse
who has moaned for three years
because of a dry countryside on his knee;
and that boy they buried this morning cried so much
it was necessary to call out the dogs to keep him quiet.

Life is not a dream. Careful! Careful! Careful!
We fall down the stairs in order to eat the moist earth
or we climb to the knife edge of the snow with the voices of the dead dahlias.
But forgetfulness does not exist, dreams do not exist;
flesh exists. Kisses tie our mouths
in a thicket of new veins,
and whoever his pain pains will feel that pain forever
and whoever is afraid of death will carry it on his shoulders.

Tu vois, je t’aime comme ca

I have bled
I have cried
Screamed my heart out
But we only heal
When we are loved

The Beatles got it right, All we need is L.O.V.E

At the end of the day it comes down to this, our successes, achievements, moments of joy, meaning of life are measured against how much we are loved. Worries of torn fates or a long crazy day can be washed away in one kiss, one hand reaching out gently to hold yours.

Lovers, friends, family, strangers…… we are made as one, different reflections in different mirrors, reflections of the same essence…spread love, share love, live in love because LOVE  does move mountains and LOVE does change lives if you let it.

And to all who have given me love, people who came into my life out of nowhere and were kind and made me smile, then laugh, then cry when they touch my heart in a way that words become too silly to explain how grateful I am….Life has given me much because you are here and I am blessed.

For those who know silence….for those who know friends are not made by the account of laughter shared but it comes from a deeper place in the heart,

And for those who made me believe I am not alone in this tower of solitude, and a heart in a cage can still beat with love no matter how impossible it seems,

To those who know  the little things that count …. the little things that sustain a life

And those who give joy even if they don’t live happy lives

I thank you…. and I love you

The dying swan

Nina Ananiashvili  and Maya Plisetskaya portray, each in her own style, the final  moments of a dying swan.

Sometimes Art is the only way to see beauty in this world.

N.B: please click twice on the Nina Ananiashvili video to play it on youtube and I would like to get feedback from you on which performance you prefer

I hope you will enjoy.

lara fabian

Exceptional performance