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كانت تُحب جسمها . تقول له إنها كثيرًا ما تُستثار من مُجرد تأمُلّه في المرآة
Paula Pritchett in, 'Chappaqua,' 1966
عنوان المرحلة
العودة للديار
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Floating through a dream
I never could make out the words you said
Sentences are bouncing back and forth inside my head
You don’t have to leave
You could just stay here with me
Forget all the party police
- Alvvays, 2014, party police.
wood engraving today
My fig tree
I guess now is autumn
And everything is gone
Even me
Lossing myself in the hands of wild land
Far away
In the south Pole
no one has hugged me for a year
I have withered
And so is my soul
Coldness and distance
Are my dilemma in every face I meet
I carry my soul with me
Translating it here and there
And no one understands my language
Hate and anger have become my meal every night
Fighting my loneliness in my middle name now
No one
Nobody
Nothing
A lost art, under a big sky
وجهك بيذكر بالخريف
ترجع لي كل ما الدنيي بدها تعتم
متل الهوا المبلش عالخفيف
القصة مش طقس ياحبيبي
هي قصة ماضي كان عنيف
بس هلء
مابتذكر
شكل وجهك
بس بذكر
اديش كان أليف
- فيروز، بالخريف
مجرد الأحساس بقلب صادق يهتم بشأني كفيل انه يهديني
محبةُ الشّعرِ عُرُوبَة، والمَيلُ عنهُ عُجْمَة
― Fyodor Dostoevsky, White Nights