See me

In the mood for love.

"Diary of a Mid-Life Crisis"

Just die.

Foam.

he's gone,all along with his madness and beauty

his eyes contained all the sadness of the world

which filled my heart with happiness somehow..
i remember the night he murdered you, me , himself , us...

and decided to chase parades

Im thinking of Donald tonight, he's dead too..
Im chained sister, with false comfort

like the stranger said, wearing a frown..

my old hands are shivering, the lines on my palm are solicitous

and life seems eager to aband me
Suddenly, human skulls look outwardly swell to me

as i desperately struggle to displease my eyes

and recall his words
lunaticly poetic, im still in the mood for love

to stir those grounds you walk on

and those kisses you send daily

to my ears where your silence speaks and i listen
so when you pray, dear friend,ask your God for some sympathyfor i am not willing to forgive...

The Hill

Walking up the hill tonight
and you have closed your eyes,
I wish I didn't have to make all those mistakes and be wise.
Please try to be patient and know that I'm still learning.
I'm sorry that you have to see the strength inside me burning.

Where are you my angel now?
Don't you see me crying?
I know that you can do it all
but you can't say I'm not trying.
I'm on my knees in front of him
but he doesn't seem to see me
but all his troubles on this night
is looking right through me
and I'm letting myself down
by satisfying you
and I wish that you could see
I have my troubles, too.

Looking at you sleeping,
another man I love.
I'm sitting here weeping
while the hours pass so slow.
I know that in the morning
I have to let you go
and you'll be just a man
once I used to know.
Before these past days
someone I don't recognize
This isn't all my fault.
When will you realize?

Looking at you leaving,
I'm looking for a sign.

you poured blood in my hands and im feeling faint

Oui, c'est comme ça, il y a des jours où l'on ne vit pas. C'est comme ça, il y a des jours où rien ne va, Des jours de plein soleil où l'on a si froid Que les plus pauvres joies vous glissent entre les doigts...

and is it true, devils end up like you

لا تتحدث معي كباقي النساء ..أتظن أننا نتشابه ..لا .. لا وألف لا ..أنا فيّ كلّ التناقض وشتى أنواع الغرابة ..أرى في عينيك استعجالا ..وعلى شفتيك ألف سؤال وسؤال .... سأقول لك من أنا ..وأحكم أنت إن كنت كالنساء ..فيني شموخ .. غضب .. كبرياء .. طموح ..قسوة .. حب .. حنان .. عطاء ..لماذا تنظــــــــــر الي ؟نحن مازلنا في البداية ..سأكمل لك سيدي الحكاية ..بين جوانحي قلب طاهر ..ومع ذلك دائماً خاسر ..يحب, يكابر, خاسر .. خاسرأحب الخير لكل البشر ..أكره الحقد .. أمقت الغدر ..وعندما أحزن .. كل شيء علي يظهر ..لا أجيد التخفي ولا التلاعب بالجمل ..عندما أغضب .. أصرخ ..أعبر عن رأيي مهما حصل ..أتأثر بألم غيري حتى الأعداء ..قد يثير مدامعي .. يسارع دقات قلبي ..مشهد .. أغنية .. منظر .. موقف ..يجعلني أحزن وأفكر ..في كل الأمور وبعض الأشياء ..لا تستغرب يا سيدي ..فأنا لست كباقي النساءعندما أُجرح أقابل ذلك بحزن عميق ..يمزق مني القلب ..ويطفئ من وجهي البريق ..ويأخذني الألم إلى سرداب الوحدة ..لا أحب الكلام ..فآلامي لي وحدي ..لا أحمل أحبتي أية أعباء ..فأنا لست كباقي النساء ..من لا يقدرني .. يحيرني ..فحقه مني التجاهل ..فأنا بالمثل أعامل ..قد أكون قاسية ..لا أرحم .. لا أجامل ..أنا لست دمية جميلة خرساء ..ولا إمرأة سخية بلهاء ..ألم أقل لك إنني لست كباقي النساء ؟عندما أحب . . أصبح وردة جورية ..صاخبة نقية ..أنصهر شوقا . . أحترق غيرة ..لا أتردد في إظهار مشاعري التي عادة ماتكبتها النساء ..مشاعري جلية .. عنيفة شقية ..أحيانا .. أكون أميرة العطاء ..وأحيانا تجدني سيدة البخلاء ..تناقضاتي كثيرة ..ما ذكرته لك هو رذاذ من مطر ..أو قطرة من بحر ..فأنا لست كباقي النساءانا حــــــواء..... في اختصار الانثى باربعه احرف... ح و ا ء

Single

"Sir, I Used to Love U with No Limits , Take U in Every Evening to the City of My Dreams .. & U Sir, was the Last to know ! .. ...MaybeI was an Unrealistic Woman , who takes Care of the Most Silly DetailsOf the Romantic Love , Who was a Little Girl Clapping Happily when Isee U , Who Was a Teen-Girl Shaking Shyly when I walk Next to U .. But,I was Something Bigger , Something More mature than U .. That'sHow I Loved U , with My Own Different Way .. My Crazy Way .. MyUnlimited Attracted Way .. I used to Miss U , when I see U .. &When I Miss U, I search for U .. when I Can't Find U, I Get Angry On U.. when I Get Angry On U , I Punish U between Me & Myself .. IUsed to Make Sure - ALL Sure - That U Appear in My Poems .. So U CanRead Yourself through Me .. U were the First One to Read .. the FirstNOT to Understand .. the First NOT to Feel .. & the Last To Clapfor Me !!Last Night ... I was Free , My Mind Started the Revolution .. Against My Old Cold Life with U .. Don'tGet Mad Sir ! .. it was a MUST thing to Exile U Away from My Soul .. IDon't Understand the Language of Stupidity .. & I Can't Stand aStupid Man to be the King of My Heart .. Ur Loved Queen .. "

Elle

لم أعد قادراً على حبس اسمكِ في حلقي . لم أعد قادراً على حبسكِ في داخلي مدةأطول . ماذا تفعل الوردة بعطرها ؟ أين تذهب الحقول بسنابلها ، والطاووس بذيله ، والقنديل بزيته ؟ أين أذهب بكِ ؟ أين أخفيكِ ؟ والناس يرونك في إشارات يدي ، في نبرة صوتي ، في إيقاع خطواتي

Here

Here, i feel safe

here is you

here i learned to bow for you

and raise my head

here you cant walk away

here you cant but listen to me

here,you can enjoy tears you find

shedding them for you

romantic

here, cast all your sadism

here, you can write on my skin

here loves you

here, you are the lunatic poet

here i have you

here you said it cant be anywhere else

here, is where my daily bread grow

every evening.

here, when its done

the territory shall be

occupied like other places

like Jupiter and New York

Tu es mon

Objet Petit a.

and i thought that not thinking of you will make me stop thinking of you

أنت الزهد وأنا الدنيا

"Pauvre lune, Elle a l'air s'ennuyer, la haut. Lucien decide alors de lui jouer un petit air de trompette. Mais les notes de musique ne grimpent pas jusqu'a la lune. "Lucien, et si tu essayais de souffler un peu plus fort?" "

Lucien, le pingouin musicien
jean-marc Mathis

Ode to...

No thanks
No more
No love

I'm done
I've had enough

You're going off with her and I wish I was
But there's another can be just because

All right
Be on your way

The kindest thing to say is not that you have fallen for me
Say you'll come back to my arms again someday

Oh
Baby write some words about how you can't shut me out
How you must find a way to see me one more time

One more time
And please call up all your friends and tell them it can't end
You don't know what you'd do if you lost her and lost me too

That's fine
That's good
That's nice

I understand the price
The cost of craving dark instead of light
I flip a coin to see if you still care tonight

My blood
My hand
My soul

I've thrown them on to you without control
The things I freely give you stole

And now I'm left in pieces
Baby tell the world about me
The way you won me over in a city you can't remember
You think it was September
Sweet September

Oh baby
Oh
It's all right
I know she needs you more than I do

And I wouldn't win this fight
But there is one thing that you've gotta do
You've gotta tell the world about a girl you once knew
Oh
She wasn't meant to be but you fell so very deeply in love with me

To all the girls he's loved
To all the girls he's loved

I cant fall for you, I'm acrophobic.

feathers

my shadow told me that she's having doubts
i asked her why
she said she's nomore sure that i am
her mate
i shooked my head with surprise
so she looked at me and said :
he has your soul
he has your thoughts
you're a man in a shape of a girl...

I smiled, then i took off the smile
i remembered yesterday
the smell
the eyes
of that girl

I could live
but you cant survive a girl with a prefebricated heart
a girl who gets nude to respect your presence
a girl who calls your silence prostitution

Now, my shadow is declaring war against you
she wants me back
back ...
but she doesnt know where to search
and i dont know where i am

your years are causing me pain
more than to you...
and more is demanding for my blood
and my blood is red
just like your face
the last time you prayed...

I know

I know
I cant have what is not mine
I know
I cant owe heavens when sin is all i am
I know
I cant have you when you're fourty years old
I know
I am not supposed to talk about it
I know
I cant look at you when she still around
I know
You left whats left of me for no reason
I know
I have to break thousands of hearts
I know
Im just another trivial who thinks that love exists
I know
Im still waiting for you

Will you ever forgive me for loving you that much ...

even a lie couldnt bring you back to me