From my window it feel safe and warm. I don’t see why I could be worried because of any expiring date or dead line. The only thing that erodes today is the whistling wind, setting up chords as it goes through my hair. Tornado concerto, heartless passenger invading all the possible ways in and out; you are playing so hard today that as I close my eyes, all I hear, is a passionate presto agitato. I challenge you, maddening meteorological innuendo. The surface of my geography came to be unchangeable at this point, the physical map, blood rivers flood, mountains and depressions. There are still the years put together from several millenniums, and furthermore, to reach that purpose which I spent the half of my life yearning for. No rush. It is not like if it could be fulfilled with a simple voluptuous gush! The calm I woke up with this morning antagonizes the surrounding turbulences. Still, there is no battle. Let the wind blow over me; tumble me down Eolo! I am the flexible cane that shakes with you to death, the same as I almost disappear in the storms of the rain season. I grew in some geographic landforms that never reached the status of prestigious academic cartography, disagreeing with the acceptable and being stepped on, to later reemerge in the sunny days, distinguished and full of splendor. From yesterday till today and for the already gone hardships, I kiss the pulse of the present, untouchable. B_Nour
another Gem , your own blood diamond, with all the strife of gathering and displaying to the world, but no mud-bathed casualties , littered afield, clumsily posed in expiration ...for the choppers to photograph. You perhaps, have incurred yet another flesh wound in the excavation of your essence. Hopefully just a scratch, although I imagine the dig is deeper.
ReplyDeleteNice work , Beautiful.