Page 1 of 2
In a moment of anger, she told him:
(Take anything belongs to you and leave) 😭
he held her hand and said (this is the thing I always want)
She smiled and felt relived.
But He added: 😍
I mean the...
I asked them to write my eulogy in advance .. I must correct some lies !
If creative work protects a man against mental illness.. it is small wonder that he pursues it with avidity…
Feb. 5, 2020, 4:05 p.m. | Public
I recall when entered the interview room …new suit ..new shoes .. enticing perfumes (Chanel bunts Prada 😊) I was totally harnessed for any questions ..I answered ...
If art is the mimicking of nature .. then the creation of nature is maximal creativity .. !
It’s not just Harry & Meghan’s ambition … it’s the traditional war between in-laws …Doria and the Qween ! ♨
It is not just Harry & Meghan’s ambition … it’s the traditional war between in-laws …Doria and the Qween ! ♨
“The only thing worse than a boy who hates you: a boy that loves you.”
— Markus Zusak
In law a man is guilty when he violates the rights of others. In ethics he is guilty if he only thinks of doing so.
Elizabeth Wurtzel died on Tuesday, Her book (Prozac Nation) has gained a remarkable dose of criticism .. however, the author succeeded in soaking the reader into demons of depression and severe ...
2019 was closed … The question remains .. how many persons I managed to please last year ?
I have talked to Eve inside you ..
I got no answer just a chill of a silent nodd..
And the fall ..
And the niche ..
A place to bury remains of my defeated soul ..
If a couple of gray pigeons land on your window every morning .. huming , cooing and kissing .. I think they have a message they want to dispatch ..
When I lose a friend … I feel I’m a facade dropping piece of its mosaic …
How come … space and time have separated us .. yet we share the same dream every night !
The song , the candle..the mirror .. everything reminds me of you … and that is why I talk to your pillow every night before I fall asleep..!
Few days of cold (humane weakness)..Back again to tease my fate, mock my thoughts .. Yet still swinging between sublimation and sarcasm.
And you promise me unflappable grief .. don’t you know I was born tombstone…
Blessed those who showed me my demerits ..!
I lock the old city gates
Pretend insane ..
Steal all of The Sultan’s books
And Princess’s mirrors and panes..
Yet, I haven’t found the truth
Or even eased my pain..
When your charm smiles .. all words yawn !
Then we met .. together we sat down .. on the sand we wrote the date (day/month/year) ..it was our real birthday !
Silence won’t be a tryst ..talk to me … I served you all my words .. !
When I see a flock of storks heading south..crossing seas and oceans..flying in couples motivated by passion and adventure..seem happy, though it is one-way-ticket because return flight is not gu...