Your Egypt

[kamar]

Never anybody wonder can touch anymore me
any understanding can ever recover never me
never any punishment will be more severe
never any condition will be truer

If my heart had breath it would still race
and instead it stays lacerated inside a trap
what degree of amazement I could overcome
what type of pain I could consume

I don't have you anymore, I am alone to the world
I don't have you anymore, dark deeper
I don't have you anymore, I am alone to the world
I don't have you anymore, dark deeper

It is an altar of memoirs this black room
sacred place of promises for the whole life
how much clear grudge I will have to cancel
what livid silence I will have to bear

I don't have you anymore, I am alone to the world
I don't have you anymore, dark deeper
I don't have you anymore, I am alone to the world
I don't have you anymore, dark deeper

I don't have you anymore, I am fragile because
I don't have you anymore, I am fragile because
I don't have you anymore

I am fragile because I am a fallen nest
I am fragile because I don't have you anymore
I am fragile because I am silk in the fire
I am fragile because I don't have you anymore

[kamar]

The honest refusal- Guido Gozzano

One game of mine of deluded syllables you.
You will come in my desert house:
the crowd you will increase of the disappointed ones.
I know that you are beautiful and insane in the offer
of you. Yourself, beautiful certain prey,
already offer almost me in the opened palms.

But before knowing you with gesture,
frank I arrest you on the thresholds, friend,
and I refuse you as one it begs.
I am not him, I am not him! Yes, this
I want to shout you in the honest refusal,
because later you doesn't curse.

I am not him! What I couple you,
what dream brotherly spirit!
Under the verse that you know, tender and cheerful,
arid it is the heart, strident of sneer
how strident siliqua in winter,
he/she votes of seeds, pendula to the rovaio...

For you to put aside immune from thoughts
low, the conscience dismisses yourself
honestly, in more sincere verses...
But (you are beautiful) ago ch'io doesn't see you:
the desire of the beautiful prey
the love that you hope would lie.

Cannot love, Deluded! I have not loved
never! This is the calamity that I hide.
Sad I looked for the love for the world,
sad pellegrinai pel my past,
vicious spoiled little boy,
on the tracks of the vagabond pleasure...

Ah! Don't turn your small feet
toward the dark soul of whom keeps silent!
Don't try me, pale follower!...
Pel your dream, pel dream that I gave you,
not son the one, not son he who believe!

Curious of me, leave me alone!

[kamar]

Slowly it dies

Slowly it dies who becomes some habit enslaved, repeating each
day the same runs, who doesn't change the brand, who not
it risks and it changes color of the suits, who doesn't speak to whom doesn't know.

It slowly dies who avoids a passion, who prefers the black on
white and the dots on the "the" rather than a whole emotions,
just those that make to shine the eyes those that do of one,
I yawn a smile those that make to beat the heart before,
to the error and the feelings.

Slowly it dies who doesn't turn upside-down the table, who is unhappy on the
job, who doesn't risk the certainty for the uncertainty, to pursue a
dream, who he doesn't allow once at least in the life to run away to the
sensible suggestions. Slowly it dies who doesn't travel, who doesn't read, who
he doesn't listen to music, who doesn't find grace in himself. It slowly dies
who destroys the proper love, who he doesn't allow to help; who passes the
days to complain about himself of his own adversity or of the incessant rain.

Slowly it dies who abandons a project before beginning it, who not
ago questions on the matters that it doesn't know, who doesn't answer when him
they ask something that knows.

We avoid the death to small doses, always remembering whether to be alive
it asks for an effort of big long greater of the simple fact of
to breathe.
Only the ardent patience will bring to the attainment of a splendid
happiness.

(P. Neruda)

[kamar]

I know life of whose lack
I would not suffer at all
Of others instead every instant of absence
it would seem me eternal.

[kamar]

I speak
and my discourse loses him in the dunes
someone perhaps feels me

My neighbor is so distant
he believes as soon as to the fatality
as the bird that is afraid
it is placed on the uncertain branch
my neighbor is a companion
what he has surprised my delirium
and forgiven my folly
hehas left the curtain

My song is unworthy of those people who die the night
and they revive with the dawn
my song is poor
I am only a camel
a destiny that ends [...]

A dream is thrown in the space
a dream that is right
an audacious star illuminates this dream
in the battle
in the love
in the meeting of the tree with the forest
in the life that makes to fade the crowns of flowers
this dream without words
it bursts in the Arabic roads
it sings and he calls
the death that is detached by the sky


from Jenin - a field palestinese of Thar Well Jelloun

[moll]

:cry: :cry: :cry:

[kamar]

I'm sorry Moll If Imade you cry....but please, don't cry...I'm enough to cry.......

[moll]

kamar wrote: I'm sorry Moll If Imade you cry....but please, don't cry...I'm enough to cry.......


Sometimes just gets me that way, kamar.......winky's poems did too


Jag's did too, but they're a bit harder to understand :oops:

It's funny how you can read a whole poem, not really be able to explain what it means, but you just get the feeling for it.....a bit like some paintings I guess.

[kamar]

" nobody deserve your tears ".......

This one friend of mine has told me......I have to listen him.....

[moll]

[quote="kamar"]" nobody deserve your tears ".......
[quote]


kamar, I don't know if that's the same quote I remember from someone who had it as their signature on another board:

no man is worth your tears, and the one who is won't make you cry :cry:

pretty true, I think

[kamar]

Yes :lol: I had this signature time ago :lol:

One day, in Hurghada, my egy friend said me these words in a particolar moment and never I have forgotten it :lol:

[kamar]

Time, it needs time
To win back your love again
I will be there, I will be there ...
Love, only love
Can bring back your love someday
I will be there, I will be there ...
Fight, baby I fight
To win back your love again
I will be there, I will be there ...
Love, only love
Can break down the walls someday
I will be there, I will be there.

If we'd go again all the way from the start
I would try to change things that killed our love
Your pride has built the wall so strong that I can't get through!
Is there really no chance to start once again?
I'm loving you.

Try, baby try
To trust in my love again
I will be there, I will be there ...
Love our love
Just shouldn't be thrown away
I will be there, I will be there ...

If we'd go again all the way from the start
I would try to change things that killed our love
Your pride has built the wall so strong that I can't get through!
Is there really no chance to start once again

If we'd go again all the way from the start
I would try to change things that killed our love
Is now there your pride and a wall what you been through?
You shuld give me your chance, this couldn't be the end

I'm still loving you ...
I'm still loving you

[kamar]

Something greater and purer exists
in comparison to what the mouth pronounces.
The silence illuminates the soul,
it whispers to the hearts and it unites them.
The silence brings us away from ourselves,
it makes us sail
in the firmament of the spirit,
it approaches us the sky;
it makes us feel that the body
it is void more than a jail,
and this world is a place of exile.

K. Gibran

[kamar]

This love
so violent
so fragile
so tender
so desperate
This love
beautiful as the day
bad as the time
when the time is bad
This so true love
this so beautiful love
so happy
so cheerful
so derisive
trembling of fear as a child when it is dark
so sure of if
as a calm man in the heart of the night
This love that frightened the others
and it made them speak and to turn pale
This kept love of eye
because we watched it to us
hunted wounded stamped on fact out denied cancelled
because we have hunted him to us wounded stamped on fact out denied cancelled
This love all whole
so I still live
and kissed by the sun
it is your love
it is my love
it is that has been
this new thing always
that is never changed
true as a plant
trembling as a bird
warm long live as the summer
Both you that me we are able
to go and to return
we can forget
and then to fall asleep again us
to wake up to suffer to grow old us
to put to sleep anchors us
to dream us some death
to rejuvenate
and awake to smile to laugh
our love doesn't stir
stubborn as a mule
I live as the desire
cruel as the memory
stupid as the regrets
tender as the memory
I cool as the marble
beautiful as the day
fragile as a child
it looks us smiling
it speaks to us without saying
And me the listening trembling
and cry
cry for you
cry for me
I beg you
for me for you for all those that are loved
and what they are loved
oh yes I shout him
for you for me for all the others
what I don't know
it stays where you are
don't go street
it stays where once was
it stays where you are
don't move you
don't go
us that we are beloved we have forgotten you to us
you don't forget us
we didn't have that you on the earth
don't let us die frostbitten
far more and more far
where you want
give us a sign of life
later, later, at night
in the forest of the memory
you rise sudden
reach out for us
hand us in safe.

[kamar]

Today in this warm night
sweet as the perfume of exotic flowers,
wakened up to a life that burns.


My nostalgia and my love
it is all of my fortune and adversity
is written as a molt song
in your dark look from fable.


Is my nostalgia and my love,
escaped to the world and to every noise of his,
it is built in your dark eyes
a secret king throne.



I am a star of the firmament
what it observes the world,
despises the world and it consumes in own ardor.

I am at night the sea in storm
the howling sea that accumulates new
sins and to the ancient ones it makes payment.

They are from your exiled world
of haughtiness educated, from the haughtiness deceived,
I am the king without crown.

Son the passion without words
without stones of the hearth, without weapon in the war,
it is my same strength that gets sick me


H. Hesse