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ذهب أصدقائي إلى البحر..وتركوني وحيدا..بجوار ملابسهم وأحذيتهمأصدقائي مجانينيلعبون بعنف.يرشقون بعضهم...

Sat, 18 May 2013 00:54:09 +0300

ذهب أصدقائي إلى البحر..
وتركوني وحيدا..
بجوار ملابسهم وأحذيتهم

أصدقائي مجانين
يلعبون بعنف.
يرشقون بعضهم بجرادل الماء،
وقراطيس التراب.
لكنهم في النهاية..
طيبوا القلب.

أنا تحت الشجرة
أقرأ
وأفكر في الحياة والموت

أنا فيلسوف الشلة:
المقعد الذي يحب الجميع
ولا يكرهه أحد

المقعد الذي أحبّ مقعدة تحت شجرة بعيدة
تدور حول نفسها مهوّشة الشعر
تتطاير من لسانها رغوة بيضاء

ولا تراني.

Photo

Sat, 18 May 2013 00:53:12 +0300

امبارح شخصت واحد انه مات

Fri, 03 May 2013 01:52:29 +0300

بعديها ب ساعات جه اهله يقولو انه عايش

Photo

Fri, 03 May 2013 01:45:57 +0300

sigh..

Fri, 12 Apr 2013 10:01:05 +0300

sigh..

And so i thought

Fri, 12 Apr 2013 09:57:00 +0300

we’d make love five times every day when we go to kenya

twice before goin to bed, once after we wake up, and several along the day whenever we get a chance..

of having so much happiness all round..

But we had troubles instead..

Heaven is somewhere hidden within

- لماذا تحبين قناديل البحر إلى تلك الدرجة؟- لا أدرى, أظن أننى أجدها بارعة الجمال. لكن ثمة شىء خطر لى...

Tue, 12 Mar 2013 01:00:34 +0200

- لماذا تحبين قناديل البحر إلى تلك الدرجة؟
- لا أدرى, أظن أننى أجدها بارعة الجمال. لكن ثمة شىء خطر لى عندما كنت أحدق فيها. ما نراه أمامنا هو مجرد جزء ضئيل للغاية من العالم. لقد اعتدنا أن نفكر أن هذا هو العالم, لكن هذا ليس صحيحا على الإطلاق. إن العالم الحقيقى هو مكان أكثر ظلاما و عمقا بكثير من هذا,و الجزء الأعظم منه يشغله قناديل البحر و أشياء أخرى, و كل ما فى الأمر هو أننا نسينا ذلك.

“

(حوليات الطائر الزنبركى, هاروكى موراكامى)

شبر شبرين

Mon, 11 Mar 2013 00:37:41 +0200

شبر شبرين

في المستشفي بيسيبوا الناس تموت والشخاخ والدم من الحقنة الشرجية بيبقي طالع لحد الطرقة واللي اوسخ من...

Wed, 06 Mar 2013 16:21:54 +0200

في المستشفي

بيسيبوا الناس تموت

والشخاخ والدم من الحقنة الشرجية بيبقي طالع لحد الطرقة

واللي اوسخ من الشخاخ اللي ريحته مقرفه

وشوش الممرضات

sadly true

Wed, 06 Mar 2013 16:15:02 +0200

sadly true

it's been such a loong time since i had grave change in my personality

Thu, 28 Feb 2013 23:04:20 +0200

and it’s scary

So Ethiopian embassy is not convinced with 15.000 LE in bank account for 2 weeks travel to...

Thu, 28 Feb 2013 11:14:19 +0200

So Ethiopian embassy is not convinced with 15.000 LE in bank account for 2 weeks travel to Ethiopia.

And they require a minimum of 50.000 LE

Fuck life

centuriespast: Aphrodite unfastening her sandal (Louvre, 1st c....

Wed, 27 Feb 2013 00:32:29 +0200

centuriespast:

Aphrodite unfastening her sandal (Louvre, 1st c. Syria?)

spectreprojector: The loplop bird returns by Dali

Fri, 22 Feb 2013 16:21:35 +0200

spectreprojector:

The loplop bird returns by Dali

"The only people I would care to be with now are artists and people who have suffered: those who know..."

Fri, 22 Feb 2013 16:08:21 +0200

“The only people I would care to be with now are artists and people who have suffered: those who know what beauty is, and those who know what sorrow is: nobody else interests me”

- Oscar Wilde (via sisterwolf)

Let’s go swimming: Rainbow Pool, Madrid, Spain

Fri, 22 Feb 2013 16:00:57 +0200

Let’s go swimming: Rainbow Pool, Madrid, Spain

“Lovers, forget your love,And list to the love of these,She a window flower,And he a winter...

Thu, 21 Feb 2013 03:01:42 +0200

“Lovers, forget your love,
And list to the love of these,
She a window flower,
And he a winter breeze.

When the frosty window veil
Was melted down at noon,
And the cagèd yellow bird
Hung over her in tune,

He marked her through the pane,
He could not help but mark,
And only passed her by,
To come again at dark. …

Perchance he half prevailed
To win her for the flight
From the firelit looking-glass
And warm stove-window light.

But the flower leaned aside
And thought of naught to say,
And morning found the breeze
A hundred miles away.”

- Robert Frost, Wind and Window Flower

Flower God, God of the Spring

Thu, 21 Feb 2013 01:52:23 +0200

“Flower god, god of the spring, beautiful, bountiful,
Cold-dyed shield in the sky, lover of versicles,
Here I wander in April
Cold, grey-headed; and still to my
Heart, Spring comes with a bound, Spring the deliverer,
Spring, song-leader in woods, chorally resonant;
Spring, flower-planter in meadows,
Child-conductor in willowy
Fields deep dotted with bloom, daisies and crocuses:
Here that child from his heart drinks of eternity:
O child, happy are children!
She still smiles on their innocence,
She, dear mother in God, fostering violets,
Fills earth full of her scents, voices and violins:
Thus one cunning in music
Wakes old chords in the memory:
Thus fair earth in the Spring leads her performances.
One more touch of the bow, smell of the virginal
Green - one more, and my bosom
Feels new life with an ecstasy.”

Robert Louis Stevenson, Flower God, God of the Spring

collectivehistory: The Cologne cathedral stands tall amidst the...

Thu, 21 Feb 2013 00:37:40 +0200

collectivehistory:

The Cologne cathedral stands tall amidst the ruins of the city after Allied bombings, 1944 (via Flickr)

I’ve been up this tower! yay!!

ورموشه ماسكرا

Wed, 20 Feb 2013 15:35:33 +0200