لَو تطلُُبَ البحرَ .. فى عينيكَ أسكُبُهُ
If you ask for the sea, in your eyes, I spill
أو تطلُبَ الشمسَ .. فى كفّيْكَ أرميهـا
Or if you ask for the sun, in your hands I throw
أنـا أحـبـُّكَ فــوقَ الغَـيـمِ أكـتـُـبـُهــا
I Love You. Over the clouds I write
و للعصافـير , و الأشجار… أحكـيهـا
And to birds and trees, I tell
أنـا أحـبـكَ فـوقَ الـمـَـاءِ أنقـُُشُـهــا
I Love You. Over the water I carve
و للعناقـيدِ … و الأقـداحِ … أسْقِـيهـا
And to bunches and glasses I let drink
أنـا أحـبـكَ يـا سَـيْـفـَـاً أسـالَ دَمِــى
I Love You. O, sword that shed my blood
يـَا قـِصَّـةً لـَسْـتُ أدرى … ما أسَمِّيها
O, story that I don’t know what name to give
أنـا أحـبـكَ . حـَاوِِل أن تـُسـاعِـدَنى
I Love You. Try to help me
فــإنَّ مَــنْ بَــدَأ المَـأسَــاةَ يُـنـهـِيـهـــا
Because he who started the tragedy, should finish
وَ إنَّ مَـنْ فـَتـَـحَ الأبـْوَابَ يُغـلِـقهـا
And he who opened the doors, should close
و مَـنْ أشْـعَـلَ الـنِّـيـرَانَ … يُـطـفـِيهَا
And he who set the fire, should put out.
Don’t love deeply, till you make sure that the other part loves you with the same depth, because the depth of your love today, is the depth of your wound tomorrow.
Actually, there is a word for that. It’s love. I’m in love with her, okay? If you’re looking for the word that means caring about someone beyond all rationality and wanting them to have everything they want no matter how much it destroys you, it’s love. And when you love someone you just, you don’t stop, ever. Even when people roll their eyes, and call you crazy. Even then. Especially then. You just – you don’t give up. Because if I could just give up…if I could just, you know, take the whole world’s advice and move on and find someone else, that wouldn’t be love. That would be some other disposable thing that is not worth fighting for. But that is not what this is.
Writing isn’t the same as speaking, I struggle with conversation.
I need to make myself strong on the inside instead of what is on the outside. I know all of this, but why can’t I put any of it into action? I guess that’s why I am in this place.
You will fall in love with train rides, and sooner or later you will realize that nowhere seems like home anymore.
not wanting me.
the beginning of me.
The culture doesn’t encourage you to think about such things until you’re about to die. We’re so wrapped up with egotistical things, career, family, having enough money, meeting with the mortgage, getting a new car, fixing the radiator when it breaks—we’re involved in trillions of little acts just to keep going. So we don’t get into the habit of standing back and looking at our lives and saying: Is this all? Is this all I want? Is something missing?
A barrier is a limitation only when you perceive it as one.
Seeing people the same age as you doing awesome things with their life
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