مِن بِلَاد الفرنجة

unleash a monster or die slowly

Quoting paperman best scene 

Richard regarded his solitude as something sacred as a well earned badge of honor, a cloak to be worn to ward off life. As his safety. Solitude is who he was. This caused those in his life to view him with a barely veiled contempt. Richard was certain tat he was not liked. Which is hard on a man. Maybe it was because he gave nothing that he received nothing in return. In any case, his situation had become intolerable. The closest things he had to friends were either imaginary or extinct. And Richard had reached a point of life where this was no longer enough. And then he met a girl… And she was warm. And she was sad. And she was maybe lonely in a way that reminded him of himself. She’d lost things that a girl should never have lost. And she knew things. And she taught him. And Richard thought: “Maybe this is what friendship feels like. Maybe.” It was just a glimpse, they’d barely begun, really. But in those long, few winter days, she’d given him so much. Enough so that Richard could go on. And what had he given her? Just a few words on a page. Not much, perhaps. But for Abby, he hoped it was enough.

I close my eyes and think of you.

The Raven

Outside my window, there’s a crow standing
On a balcony in the opposite building
Raising questions without a single move
Is it alive?
Is it made out of plastic or maybe concrete?
Is it a crow or a raven?
What’s the difference?
I listen closely to the bird’s calls
I hear nothing
Well, that’s always the case
But I know it says something
Something that is very true
I don’t take a picture
I don’t say goodbye
Maybe it hurts to know
If you already did
If you just said something
I could have stayed
I would have stayed
I would
Seeing another common raven
On another gardened balcony
I know it’s not a crow
I close the drapes

Fool

Night and books
Her lovely looks
Why did I leave?
I ask myself why
Was I that naive?
Dreams and goodbye
Too much drama
Look at the sky
I am here
I am coming
Trust me
It’s not a sci-fi
Or maybe
The impostor was right
Poetry? I can’t write
Or maybe
She thinks that I might
ِAgain?
You must be kidding
Ha, not-so-bright?
Let’s fly together
I propose
So will the little prince
It’s his beloved rose
She’s just too scared
I suppose
It is terrifying
but together here it goes
Time slows
We were so close
Space?
Come on! We’re Pharaohs!
Will I stay?
Of course, she knows
What is life without curiosity?
But what was life without her?
Fool, a so-sweet fool.

 

Dear friend,
I have been writing a code for a project for the past month which I should hand out the day after tomorrow, yet here I am totally freaking out and probably will try to write a completely new one in few hours. I hope I don’t suck at presenting it as well, it’s about planetary motion which is my interest so I should be good at it.
Sincerely,
M.M.

Dear friend,
There is a chance to be good again. Take it and don’t leave.
Sincerely,

There’s a starman waiting in the sky.

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،أمس خريف
،اليوم خريف
.وغدًا خريف
أثلجت السماء نهارنا
.رغم أنه حقًا خريفًا

،على دراجتي أسرع متأخرًا كعادتي
يداي تجمدتا من شدة البرد؛
،نسيت أن أقرأ النشرة
،ونسيت القفازات
.كعادتي

،على دراجتي لا تحضرني متلازمتي
،لا أفكر إلا في شيء واحد
،ولا أتذكر غيرك
.كل ذرة في الكون تفعل كذلك

،على دراجتي
،عزيزتي
،أفتقدك
.وأحبك ولا أرى سواك

،على دراجتي
،تُكتب تلك الكلمات في خارطة ذهني
.وأرجو الله ألا تُنسيها لهفتي وشوقي أو البرد القارس

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،أشعر بك في القارة الأخرى
،فأصلي وأدعو ألا ترحلين
.أحن إليك

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