Showing posts with label feelings. Show all posts
Showing posts with label feelings. Show all posts

Friday, October 9, 2009

Everything is ending... - Majda el Roumi - from Lebanon كل شي عم يخلص

كل شي عم يخلص
 Everything is ending...
الحب والاحلام
 The love and the dreams...
كل شي عم يخلص
 Everything is endning
الضجر والايام
 Boredom and time
الطريق عم يخلص
 The road is ending
ونحنا بالطريق
 and we are or the road
والضباب يغطي في الرصيف
 and the fog covers the sidewalk

خدني حبيبي عجّل خدني
Take me my beloved
Hurry up and take me
الدنيي عم بتغيب
 The world is disappearing
دخيلك خدني
 please take me
ماتضيعني في الليل الغريب
 dont lose me
in the stranger night

خدني حبيبي عجّل خدني
 Take me my beloved
Hurry up and take me
من قدام الباب 
 from in front of the door
خبيني فقلبك
 Hide me in your heart
لا تتركني وحدي بالضباب
 Dont leave me
alone in the fog

كل شي عم يخلص
 Everything is ending...
السهر والاعياد
 The parties and celebrations
والسفر عم ينده
 and travel calls
بمطارح بعاد
 to far away places
الخريف عم يخلص
 the fall is ending
ونحنا في الخريف
 and we are in the fall
والضباب يغطي في الرصيف
 and the fog is covering the sidewalk

كل شي عم يخلص
Everything is ending...
وجوه الاصحاب
 Friends faces,
 كل شي عم يخلص
Everything is ending...
ضحكات الاحباب
 The laughs of the beloved ones
والعيد رح يخلص
 and the holidays will be soon over
وانا بهالعيد
 and i am here in the holidays
وحدي يا حبيبي وانت بعيد
 Alone, my beloved
and you're so far ...


Sunday, October 4, 2009

Hello world!!



'Hello world' ..
Our first computer programs... always have 'hello world' in them
this is not my first blog.. or the second..
why do i have many blogs? because i am a multi-layered person. my needs to express my layers can contradict, so i sometimes need to be several people, several blogs, in order to really express myself. It is never enough though. I can't even express myself fully between me and myself. my mind cant keep up with my feelings, my talent cant keep up with my vision , my poetry cant keep up with my passion, my mind suppresses my dreams, my conditioning oppresses my talent. It's a big mess.. what can I say..
still i write..