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من ذاكرة الورق 18/3/1998

We do nothing but chronicle our disappointments
That sensation which was aborted We never regretted a gift we gave with an open hand
Yet we know we have lost something
That resembled light in a dark room If it had not been important
We would not have confided it to the passers-by Once it made us happy
We smiled as if we were being born again
And today we feel we gave only little
We long to return it to them a thousand thousand times
And we wish it would come back as an unforgettable coincidence We wrote frank letters, naked as a wound
And we declared our love in a trembling voice
So the strangers said: this is ambiguity, encrypted messages
And this covenant is old
They cannot keep it
No one has the strength to carry it
And this persistence is strange They listened to us and said:
They are like the waves… but we do not understand its language
It cannot be translated
The strangers… I do not know how they feel our bleeding Something strikes in our chests
It resounds……… echoes like an echo
Then it flows and slips away like a suspicious sting What we missed was not its fragrance, nor the rush of that old joy
Yet we are powerless to bring it back
We tried before
And we revealed a pure white nature
So we leaned toward the shadow and faded
We dispersed They did nothing for us
And we called out to our hearts a thousand thousand times
But none of them answered Everything that leaves us never returns
Even the echo is lost in its vast space
It did not come back
And they are still here
Where we once were with them
In the place they left We braid our disappointments word by word
Braids of bleeding……… strand by strand
And we chronicle them in the plaits of our disappointments

حذف

رغوة اغاني ..... عناق الصدى

 

2/11/2017 A  

رد ادبي من الاديبة العزيزة مايا - آآآنين القلب Maya

آآآنين القلب

 Maya 

مِنْ نَبـضِ أَلكَسَندرِيَا يُهْدى الثّنَا

لِـ/كَرِيـ۾ِ أَصـلٍ فِي العُـلَا مُمَتـدَا

​يَا صَاحبَ الحَرفِ الرفِيعِ وَمَنْ جَلَا

صَـدأَ القُلُـوبِ بِـ /حَـرفِهِ لَمَّـا شَــدَا

​طَوَّقتَنِي بِـ الطِّيبِ فِي غَـررِ الحُـلا

وَنسَجتَ لِي مِنْ نُورِ عَقلِكَ عَسْجَدَا

وَيَسِيلُ فِي رُوحِ المَـدى شَـفافَا!

وَالحَرفُ فِي حَـرمِ الـوَفَـاءِ تَبَــددَا!

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 فإنَّ القَـوَافِيَ حينَ تُخَـاطِـبُ

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 لَا تَمْـلِكُ إِلَّا أَنْ تَتِيهَ فَخْراً وَنُبـلاً،

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