Maldoror's Eyes

Back From The Dead

2007-02-11T17:10:00.000+02:00

First post in 2007.. Seems weird how time flies when you are enjoying yourself on your own. I thought I would never ge back to writing but the thought of facing the white page again was much stronger than the urge to give it all up.
Guess I will be returning here more often to post and read and comment.
Until then, happy new year :P ....

When Little John Died.

2006-12-04T23:46:00.000+02:00

- Here I am, take my hand son! Let's go!
- But where are we going, pa?
- We are going there, to a place where you would feel at ease.
- Shall I say goodbye to my brother, or is he coming with us as well?
- No need to, son. We will meet him there sooner or later!
- But… may I just kiss him goodbye?
- No. Follow me!
- Wait a minute pa! Just wait! There is Falté, my teddy bear; I have to take him with me!
- There is no place for him with us. You must leave him here as well!
- Why are you doing this to me, pa? I don't want to go with you anymore! I hate you, I really do!
- Stop it John, you have no choice, you are coming with me!
- No, not unless you tell me where we are going and why I can't take my teddy bear with me, or say goodbye to my brother!
- You are too young to understand, John.
- No, I am not! I am seven years old now!
- I said no, John. Come on!
But John ran from his dad and entered his brother's room to see him! His brother Jack was there, sitting on his desk, writing a letter. So John walked towards him and started talking:
- Can you believe it? Dad was about to take me away from home, without letting me say goodbye to you. But I ran away from him and here I am! Now it is time to say goodbye Jack. There is no need to cry, I won't be long, I promise!
Jack continued writing his letter without noticing his presence! At the end of it, John saw his elder brother sign: "Goodbye little brother, I will never forget you!" So John said:
- Goodbye Jack. Remember, I won't be long, promised!
He left the room without understanding why Jack didn't hear him, or even turn his face towards him to kiss him goodbye! When he got back to his father, the old man noticed that John was crying. Without asking why he said:
- Are you ready now, son?
- Yes pa, here I am. Take my hand now! Let's go!!

Pierre Gemayel (1972 - 2006)

2006-11-21T00:35:00.000+02:00

Alla yir7amak!

Amity (The Gathering - Anneke Von Giersbergen)

2006-10-26T10:39:00.000+03:00

"The torture won't part you
Motherly breast won't warm you
You fail and foam from your mouth
Why is it so loud, this sound?

All the sense you are capable of
Does not seem to save you
You heed the glance of a smile
Was it impossible to float for a while?

Restless is carrying fever
Burning you to pieces
In search and in need of a friend
Will I bow down to this in the end?

I lay in the hands of my maker
And I want to spend the rest of it awake
Why do I get the feeling they'll break it
It's a fight... It's a fight...

The torture won't part you
Mother's lap can't seem to warm you
You strain, you climb up and frown
Why is it so loud, this down?

All the sense you're capable of
Does not seem to save you
You heed the glance of a smile
Was it impossible to float for a while?

I lay in the hands of my maker
And I want to spend the rest of it awake
Why do I get the feeling they'll break it
It's a fight... It's a fight... "

Waktada Al Tawdi7! (Ziad Rahbany - October 2006)

2006-10-17T19:55:00.001+03:00

عزيزي المواطن أو ما يعادله، درجت لسنين خَلَت حتى إنصرمت بعض المفردات في القاموس العربي واستقرت في عقولنا لكثافة استهلاكها بمعنى واحد فقط ولبناني، علماً انها تستعمل بكذا صيغة حتى في لبنان وخاصة في المهجر

انا، على فكرة، لا ألمّح بطبيعتي بل أوضِّح وأنا لا أُلَطِّش بل اُسَمّي كوني ومنذ الصِغَر كارهٌ من الباب الأول للرمزية ولحرية خيال المواطن. هاجسي عندما أكتب شيئاً أن يُفهم فقط ما هو مكتوب ليس في رأسه بل على الصفحة. صراحةً إن الكتابة في هذه الظروف بالغة المحدودية والتعقيد، فمن غير المعقول أنَّ كلمات كالـ: الحقيقة – شباط – آذار – البحر الأبيض المتوسط – الضريح – لعيونك – قريطم – الحقائق (كونها جمع الحقيقة)، لا يمكن أن تعني ولو بحديثٍ عن "سايغون" إلاّ تلطيشاً على الرئيس الشهيد الحريري

الا يَحقُّ لرجل تخونه زوجته أن يفقد صوابه عند اكتشافه ... ماذا؟ "ماذا أقولُ لأعيُنٍ" غير؟... "الحقيقة".إن كلمة كالـ"حرية"، مملوكة أساسا للشركات الأميركية العملاقة وليس لمنصور البون، وهي لا تأتي دوما في الطرد نفسه مع سيادة واستقلال، بالعكس فأميركا المستقلة بنا جميعا لا تعاني من السيادة حتى ولا على القارة جمعاء. وهل كل

“جنرال” على الأرض من بيت "عون"؟ وهل لـ"أملٍ" ما دوماً مُلصَقٌ للرئيس بري؟
تكون الـ"أجهزة" الكترونية مثلا؟ وللأطفال؟ هل أنَّ "المسار" لا يخرج من بيته إلا هو و"المصير"؟ هل هما "كاسبر و غامبيني" ( خوري و عبيد؟

ليس كل “رسول” هو النبي (ص). فقد يكون ايوب حميد (لا صلّى عليه الله ولا سلّم) وقد ارسله الرئيس بري الى البطريرك صفير يحمل رسالة عاجلة ... ما بتصير

يعني؟ شكرا

Life In A Circus

2006-10-13T23:43:00.000+03:00

I can't bear living in this cage anymore!

I want my freedom back! I wish I could go back home; to the place where people don't stand before me, waiting for a stunning move made by a stupid monkey in a lousy cage!

They keep waiting there for hours and if ever they don't see what they came here for; they either spit on me, or throw stones at me, as if the scene of a wounded animal pleased them. They would even hit me with sticks and steal my food, just to make their little disgusting children laugh!

How I wish that just for a day, I could get my freedom back, so I could see the world for the first time. Afterwards, let them beat me if they want, let them kill me! I would have experienced freedom, I would have seen the world in which these ugly creatures live; where they suffer, suffer and die!!

Launching I-Spot

2006-10-11T00:19:00.000+03:00

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The Man With Ravenous Eyes

2006-10-05T22:16:00.000+03:00

In a dark room, an old round table covered with dust, had a glass full of wine on it. A smell of moisture hung in the air as a cloud of thick smoke gathered above the man lying on a couch.

A dim light came in from the window, carrying the sounds of people fighting, arguing and hating each other.

Many days have gone by and this man was still lying on a couch, staring anxiously. He was now covered with dust.
The windows were wide open, and ever so constantly, noises came in from the street; noises of people fighting, arguing and hating each other.

The noises didn't seem to disturb him; he was motionless, as if he were dismantled. But his dark wide eyes animated by some strange force were glittering.

What was hiding behind them was truly and simply evil. He was in pain. He was suffering. Yet his ravenous eyes were eager to soar, to break free from that worn body of his.

It wasn't before late during the night that the noises faded into the darkness and sounds of lovely music filled the air. The enchanting melody lasted for hours; it brought back peace and serenity to his restless soul.

When the music stopped, the man with ravenous eyes was still lying there on a couch staring at the open window. Tears had rolled down his cheek and he seemed in harmony with the world he had flown to. His eyes were wide open and he looked alive. But inside he had stopped breathing long ago.

© Maldoror37 - 2006

Quelqu'un

2006-09-30T02:20:00.000+03:00

Quelqu'un souffre là-bas, au loin,

Quelqu'un essaie de survivre, mais en vain.

Quelqu'un écrit sur un bout de papier,

Quelqu'un a envie de s'en aller.

Quelqu'un regrette d'avoir vécu,

Quelqu'un tente en vain de trouver une issue.

Quelqu'un quelque part pousse un cri,

Quelqu'un compose, écrit, réinvente sa vie.

Quelqu'un a bu l'eau de mon verre.

Quelqu'un m'a dit aurevoir,

Quelqu'un cherche quelqu'un d'autre,

Quelqu'un n'ose pas se mirer dans le miroir.

Quelqu'un a volé l'espoir de ma vie,

Quelqu'un, quelqu'un, quelqu'un, mais qui?!

Even Your Faces I Will Forget!

2006-09-27T18:21:00.000+03:00

These Mad Clouds....

2006-09-22T20:15:00.000+03:00

غيوم... يا غيوم

،رسمتُ فوق الفراغ قوس غمامي

...قوس غمامنا أيّها الحبّ

.قوس غمام المعجزة اليوميّة

غيوم... يا غيوم

يا هودج الأرواح

،جسدي يمشي ورائك، يمشي أمامك

...يتوارى فيك

غيوم... يا غيوم

...باركي الملعون السائر حتى النهاية

،باركيني

!!!علّميني فرح الزوال

("أنسي الحاج - "غيوم)

Darkness (By ResurrectedSoul - December, 2000)

2006-09-19T00:33:00.000+03:00

"I can't sleep for fear of no light,

My pain is so deep, I give up the fight.

So here I sit and stare at a screen,

The candles are lit for the one who is not seen.

The hurt crushes me down so I can't breathe,

On my face a frown, as I silently seethe.

Yes I am sad, but I feel anger as well,

Is it so bad to be in my own hell?

All that I wanted, was to be loved,

And now he is dead and somewhere above.

I am alone, and this I can see,

As my voice drones, heard by just me.

My soul is torn, between joy and grief,

As quickly as he was born, he was taken from me.

I cry and I cry, for the boy I lost,

Oh, how could he die? Upon the wind our dreams were tossed.

At the chance of fate, those dreams were snatched,

Who can I hate? I feel a pain, never before matched.

And now in the dark I crawl into bed,

The terror so stark of when I wake, who might next be dead!"

We Shall Keep Up The Fight!

2006-09-14T22:00:00.000+03:00

Il Paraît (By Maya Habchi El-Achkar Zayek)

2006-09-04T07:11:00.000+03:00

"Pour qui sonne ce glas lointain et dans mon coeur et dans ma tête? Ce glas que je connais désormais si bien... ce glas que rien ni personne n'arrête?!
Il paraît que c'est pour toi qu'il se démène cette fois? Il paraît que tu n'est plus là? Il paraît que c'est tellement vrai! Il paraît que tu es parti? Que tu as tiré ta révérence? Que ce cortège fleuri qui marche en silence est le tien aujourd'hui et...celui de mon existence!
Il paraît aussi que je suis toujours en vie! Que je respire encore...enfin...c'est ce qu'on me dit! Il paraît qu'ils ne savent pas...qu'ils ne savent rien de nous...ils ignorent cette fois qu'il ne reste rien du tout: qu'une folie en majuscules, en LA majeure, en caractères gras...qu'un pantin qu'on articule parce que force lui est de rester là!
Il paraît...Tu parais...
Quel verbe futile l'Emile! Tu l'as si bien conjugué...à tous les temps inutiles!
Tu as Paru avant moi pour m'aplanir le terrain d'une enfance tout en blanc, pavée de lendemains!
Tu Paraissais "Brélien", poête jusqu'au bout des yeux...artiste...cornélien! Tu Paraissais...heureux!
Tu Paraîtras dans mes rêves ou dans le peu qui en reste encore, présence illusoire et brève qui rendra le mal plus fort!
Il paraît...Je parais...
Quel verbe mutilé l'Emile! Je Parais si incapable de te mettre sur papier!
Prête-moi ta guitare pour que je te chante peut-être? Tes cordes...ta voix...ton art pour interpréter ta quête!
Prête-moi ta fougue, ta passion, ton génie...tes morceaux de rêves pour que je te berce la nuit!
Prête-moi ta sensibilité, ta conséquence, ta perfection...pour que je te fasse des slogans digne de ta création!
Prête-moi ton monde inconnu...inviolable! Ton utopie! Tes ondes! Tes coins secrets!Tes fables!
Mon encre est si fragile, mon écriture est maladroite... ma plume se fait sénile...j'ai la main qui boite!
D'ailleurs...t'écrire est si banal, si dérisoire...si PETIT! Hurler, c'est tout dire! Hurler sans répit! Lancer des pierres au ciel pour qu'il se lézarde! Cribler ce maudit soleil à coup de hallebardes! Eteindre les étoiles! Prendre la lune en otage! Abolir les horizons! Lacérer les nuages!
Et t'offrir une enfance à fleur de peau...à fleur de doigt!
Et te cacher ma souffrance pour que la tienne ne récidive pas!
Il paraît que tu n'as plus envi que le rideau se lève? Tu ne veux plus être applaudi? Tu l'as voulu courte et brève...cette satanée comédie!
Et ils disent tant de choses sur ton libre départ! Ils se délèctent de scénarios, inventent tant d'histoires!
Le monde est ainsi fait et tu l'as si bien prouvé...trop libre pour rester là parmi des Prisonniers!
Alors...Va...Va où ton coeur te porte...
Va où il y a le vent...Çà fait trop mal l'Emile... mais qu'importe?!
Il paraît que nous sommes encore vivants!"

Weathering The Storm

2006-08-27T18:20:00.000+03:00

"Perhaps I know best why it is man alone who laughs; he alone suffers so deeply that he had to invent laughter." (Friedrich Nietzsche)

Thought on Latest War In Lebanon

2006-08-25T19:54:00.000+03:00

"Support bacteria. It is the only culture some people have."

(Confuscius)

Playing With Fire

2006-07-23T20:15:00.000+03:00

It was a very calm evening when we all gathered in that secluded and comfortable place. A few smiles were soon exchanged as some blind eyes began to settle in.

A warm fire was silently breathing on my left.

Curious to unveil its secrets, I slowly moved closer towards it. I was enchanted.

Its movements were mesmerizing, constantly casting shadows over all those lifeless silhouettes present around me.

After a short while, carelessness ruthlessly stole that fire away from me and I was left to stare at wicked faces.

© Maldoror37 - 2006

The Runaway (April 1997)

2006-06-21T20:42:00.000+03:00

Fly, Fly... Run away from this place,

Sink, die, but don't slow down your pace!

Lovers may cry,

Shadows may lie upon your path!

Do not be afraid, do not turn away,

Say goodbye, let them fade away!

If you should ever feel lonely,

Just think you are not the only

One who flew, ran away

And never returned from exile!!

© Maldoror37 - 2006

Reflection

2006-05-21T23:33:00.000+03:00

Mirror, mirror, on the wall, tell me: when will you shatter into pieces and fall?

The man, who was on the verge of dying, shook his head and laughed. He laughed and laughed, but in the end a tear rolled down his cheek.

The man, who was now lying on his bed, waiting for his heart to stop beating, wondered what had he done during his miserable life. Images passed before his eyes at such a speed that he wasn't able to distinguish any of the persons who were represented. He could only hear the crrying of a child, a crying so loud, so loud!!

The man, who was now lying on his bed, searched whether any member of his family was standing near him. He found no-one but his reflection in the mirror. He remembered that all of them died during the bombing of his city. He also remembered being the only one to have survived the raid, so he turned his eyes towards heaven and said: "Thank you, hope you are suffering as well."

Then he held a knife and got ready to stab himself with it.But no sooner had he grabbed it than a jinny appeared in front of him and granted him three wishes. So the man who was on the verge of dying said:

"I wish I were a drop of water in an endless sea! I wish my family were beside me! I wish I were an eagle, a monkey, a cat or a fly! I wish I were anything but a reflection of a cruel and heartless God!"

When he said that, the knife hit his chest violently and blood covered his shirt. Before dying, the man looked up one last time towards the sky and murmured: " Even now you won't hear me say I'm your slave!"

When he died, the mirror reflected the image of a white eagle flying in the sky freely. It then shattered into pieces and fell on the filthy earth!!

© Maldoror37 - 2006

Harmony

2006-05-12T11:54:00.000+03:00

That Show Must Go On!...

2006-04-30T17:59:00.000+03:00

He wore a grey suit and a dark wig on his head. He held a Penguin in his hands, had a lot of make-up on his face. After a while, it will be time for his final appearance on stage.

The dressing room was getting smaller and smaller with every second that passed by. He found it difficult to breathe and was soon gasping for air.

The walls were getting thicker, dirtier, somewhat yellowish and moreso darksome, with every cry that reverberated inside his head. His hands were shaking. It wasn't quite of anxiety, but of a sour feeling of disgust and despair.

Lights grew dim and the Penguin he was holding in his hands was more and more anxious. The animal was walking in the room uttering indistinct sounds and nodding his head every once and a while.

Suddenly, the animal stopped just in front of the open door. He was very quiet; not a single movement did he make.

The cheers of the crowd waiting in the dome were getting louder. The people were cheering the man's name. They were waiting for his final appearance.

Lights then went off and curtains were opened. Everything was dark, calm and somewhat mysterious.

A crying could be heard. Loud and strident screams could be heard. Violent noises and a crying of a child could be heard. Then there was darkness and stillness again.

When the spotlight was lit, everyone could see there standing in the light, a black Penguin with a dark wig on his head. As he looked towards the crowd, he bowed. Blood was dripping from his eyes, yet he moved, got on with the show.

In the end of it all, everything the animal could hear was cheering and clapping. Nobody could see the blood now dripping from all over his body. The curtains went down. The clapping stopped and the black Penguin was still standing in the middle of the stage. His head was bent down; he was looking at his blood still streaming on the floor.

He was in so much pain and he knew he would never be walking away from that stage. He knew he would never be walking away from that bow.

© Maldoror37 - 2006

Lela (Dulce Pontes)

2006-04-27T02:36:00.000+03:00

Están as nubes chorrando
Por un amor que morréu
Están as rúas molladas
De tanto como chovéu

Lela, Lela
Leliña por quem eu morro
Quero mirarme
Nas meniñas dos teus ollos

Nom me deixes
E ten compasión de mim
Sen tí non podo
Sen tí non podo vivir

Dame alento das túas palabras
Dame celme do teu corazón
Dame lume das túas miradas
Dame vida co teu dulce amor

Ashes To Ashes ... Dust To Dust!

2006-03-21T22:08:00.000+02:00

( Archeological Reminiscence - Dali )

You left me an open wound nothing can heal.

One Year of Love (Queen)

2006-03-05T20:08:00.000+02:00

Just one year of love
Is better than a lifetime alone
One sentimental moment in your arms
Is like a shooting star right through my heart

It’s always a rainy day without you
I’m a prisoner of love inside you -
I’m falling apart all around you - yeah

My heart cries out to your heart
I’m lonely but you can save me
My hand reaches out for your hand
I’m cold but you light the fire in me
My lips search for your lips
I’m hungry for your touch
There’s so much left unspoken
And all I can do is surrender
To the moment just surrender

And no one ever told me that love would hurt so much
Oooh yes it hurts
And pain is so close to pleasure
And all I can do is surrender to your love
Just surrender to your love

Just one year of love
Is better than a lifetime alone
One sentimental moment in your arms
Is like a shooting star right through my heart

It’s always a rainy day without you
I’m a prisoner of love inside you
I’m falling apart all around you
And all I can do is surrender

When Eternity Isn't Out of Reach

2006-02-27T03:47:00.000+02:00

I don't wanna close my eyes
I don't wanna fall asleep
Cause I'd miss you, baby
And I don't wanna miss a thing
Cause even when I dream of you
The sweetest dream will never do
I'd still miss you, baby
And I don't wanna miss a thing!

(Aerosmith – I Don’t Wanna Miss A Thing)

(Dali - Portrait of a Passionate Woman)

This Blog Is 1 Year Old Now :)

2006-02-15T14:13:00.000+02:00

(The Cry, MUNCH)

"Hey you, out there beyond the wall,
Breaking bottles in the hall,
Can you help me?!"

(Pink Floyd)

Borderline (Chris de Burgh)

2006-02-10T11:32:00.000+02:00

I'm standing in the station,
I am waiting for a train,
To take me to the border,
And my loved one far away;

I watched a bunch of soldiers heading for the war,
I could hardly even bear to see them go;
Rolling through the countryside,
Tears are in my eyes,
We're coming to the borderline,
I'm ready with my lies,
And in the early morning rain,
I see her there,
And I know I'll have to say goodbye again;

And it's breaking my heart,
I know what I must do,
I hear my country call me,
But I want to be with you,
I'm taking my side, one of use will lose,
Don't let go, I want to know
That you will wait for me until the day,
There's no borderline, no borderline;

Walking past the border guards,
Reaching for her hand,
Showing no emotion,
I want to break into a run,
But these are only boys, and I will never know
How men can see the wisdom in a war...
And it's breaking my heart, I know what I must do,
I hear my country call me, but I want to be with you,
I'm taking my side, one of us will lose,

Don't let go, I want to know
That you will wait for me until the day,
There's no borderline, no borderline,
No borderline, no borderline...

TGIF!!!!! Not Yummi but..... Khai :P

2006-02-03T09:39:00.000+02:00

A hell of a week! How can I put it... I am totally and utterly relieved it is Friday again! Thought I wouldn't survive to see that day :) All things come to an end and that is a good enough reason for me to stay realistic :) Good afternoon dear PS2! Hello bed.... :)

A Lullaby

2006-01-22T02:34:00.000+02:00

A sweet lullaby could be heard around the wooden cradle, embedded in a large field of wheat, underneath a clear blue sky.

On the ground, near the cradle, there was a walking stick that seemed to belong to nobody.

Then it was night, and in the cold empty streets of a city, a crippled man lied alone on a sidewalk. A dog was snatching off the remainings of his mutilated leg.

At the other end of the street, in a room that smelled just like home, a baby lied in a rocking chair in the corner, near the fire. He had his eyes closed as he listened to somesort of a magical whispering, like a sweet lullaby so peaceful and so pure.

On the wall, near the fire, hung a painting of Van Gogh.

© Maldoror37 - 2006

Wisdom :)

2006-01-09T12:13:00.000+02:00

I once thought I was wrong, but I was mistaken.

Gebran Tuéni+

2005-12-12T11:39:00.000+02:00

This is Gebran. This is what he wrote just days before he was assassinated.

ليت الوزير فاروق الشرع يفهم ويقتنع بأن عهد الوصاية السورية على لبنان قد ولّى، وبأن اللبنانيين يعرفون مصلحتهم ويغارون عليها أكثر مما يغار عليها النظام السوري الذي يحاول اعادة عقارب الساعة الى الوراء من أجل معاودة وضع اليد على لبنان وفرض وصايته عليه بينما هدف اللبنانيين هو تحصين استقلال بلادهم وحماية سيادة وطنهم ووحدته بعد انتفاضة الاستقلال وانسحاب القوات السورية منه.
ويا ليته ايضاً يدرك ان ما حصل في لبنان هو بمثابة العجيبة والانجاز الكبير، وأنه أمر ايجابي وليس سلبيا كما اعتبره في تصريحه الأخير في القاهرة
وحبذا لو يفسر لنا مفهومه للتدويل بعدما أبدى معارضته لما وصفه بـ"تدويل القضية اللبنانية"
أليس مؤتمر مدريد تدويلاً لقضية الشرق الاوسط؟
ألا تعتبر القرارات الدولية الصادرة عن مجلس الأمن حول الصراع العربي الاسرائيلي جزءاً من التدويل؟
والقمم التي عقدت بين سوريا والولايات المتحدة الاميركية أيام الرئيس حافظ الاسد لحل قضية الجولان، ألم تكن جزءاً من التدويل؟
والقرارات الدولية التي نطالب بتنفيذها يوما بعد يوم، أليست هي ايضا جزءاً من التدويل؟
وكيف يفسر الوزير الشرع اذن مشاركته ووجوده كممثل لنظامه، في اجتماعات مجلس الامن الدولي؟
ألا يعترف بمرجعية الامم المتحدة، أم يعتبر ان المرجعية الصالحة هي جامعة الدول العربية التي لم تتمكن ولا مرة من حل أي قضية عالقة عربية عربية كانت أم عربية دولية؟
وفي أي خانة يضع الوزير الشرع اعترافه بالقرار 1559 وتنفيذه واعتراف نظامه بالبند المتعلق بالقرارين 1595 و1636 وتنفيذهما؟
وماذا عن رفض نظامه استجواب الضباط السوريين في لبنان وقبوله استجوابهم في أوروبا؟ أليس هذا أيضاً جانباً من تأييد التدويل؟
فليفسّر لنا هذا الوزير "المحنّك" "حنكته" و"فذلكته" في ممارسته وممارسة نظامه السياسة الخارجية.
ألا يعتبر هذا الوزير الموهوب أن في مواقفه تناقضات فاضحة، أم أنه يستغبي المجتمع الدولي والمجتمع العربي اللبناني الى حدّ الايحاء الى هذه المجتمعات انه وحده يفهم في السياسة الخارجية والعلاقات الدولية ومبادىء تطبيقها!
فيا معالي الوزير، ان لبنان يقدّر اهتمام المجتمع الدولي بمساعدته عبر تطبيق قرارات مجلس الامن، وهو مع تحمل هذا المجتمع مسؤولياته عبر من هو مخوّل دوليا القيام بهذا الدور، أي مجلس الامن الدولي. وهذا الموقف ينطبق ايضا على تمسك لبنان بمطالبة المجتمع الدولي بتنفيذ كل قرارات الامم المتحدة العائدة الى الصراع العربي الاسرائيلي.
إلا اذا كان الوزير الشرع منزعجاً من التحول الذي حصل في السياسة الدولية بحيث أصبحت تقفٍ بجانب استقلال لبنان وسيادته، بينما الوزير الشرع لم يكن منزعجاً يوم أعطى المجتمع الدولي توكيلاً للنظام السوري ليحكم لبنان. يومها كان معالي الوزير ورئيسه مرتاحين للأداء الدولي، ومرتاحاً هو خصوصاً، لأنه كان يتكلم باسم لبنان ويقرر عنه داخل البلاد وفي المحافل الدولية!
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أما بعد، وفي قضية مزارع شبعا، ليت رئيس الخارجية السورية يفسّر لنا لماذا لا يريد أن يرسل وثيقة رسمية سورية الى الحكومة اللبنانية تعترف بها بلبنانية مزارع شبعا، مختصرا الاعتراف السوري بلبنانيتها بتصريح فارغ من هنا وتصريح من هناك؟
ولماذا يصر الوزير الشرع على ربط قضية المزارع بتحرير الجولان؟ فالجولان أرض سورية بينما مزارع شبعا أرض لبنانية.
ولماذا يصر النظام السوري عبر وزارة خارجيته ورئيس حكومته على عدم ارسال تلك الوثيقة قبل انسحاب اسرائيل من المزارع؟ ولماذا الربط بين المسارين؟
ألا يعتبر الوزير الشرع ان هذه السياسة تخدم السياسة الاسرائيلية التي تحاول بشتى الطرق ابقاء احتلالها لكل الاراضي العربية التي سيطرت عليها في حرب 1967؟
فلبنان يا معالي الوزير يعتبر، على عكس ما تعتبره أنت، ان ارسال الوثيقة قد يساعد في تحرير المزارع. إلا اذا كنت أنت ونظامك لا تريدان لتلك المزارع ان تتحرر وتعود لبنانية، ولذلك تربطانها بتحرير الجولان، كي تبقى معلقة ومعها قضية ترسيم الحدود. ر بما لأن النظام السوري، أيها "الوزير المتذاكي" لا يريد ان يعترف بأن هناك حدوداً للبنان واضحة ومعترفاً بها دولياً. كما لا يريد ان يعترف بأن لبنان لم ولن يكون جزءاً من سوريا!
من هذا المنطلق يصر لبنان على ان ترسل اليه سوريا الوثيقة الرسمية التي تعترف بها بلبنانية مزارع شبعا، كي يرسلها بدوره الى الامم المتحدة ليطالبها ويطالب المجتمع الدولي والولايات المتحدة، بأن تضغط على اسرائيل لتنسحب من منطقة مزارع شبعا المحتلة وتسلمها الى الامم المتحدة لتكون تحت وصايتها مرحليا حتى يتم ترسيم الحدود بين لبنان وسوريا وبمشاركة سورية رسمية وباشراف الامم المتحدة التي تكون وحدها مسيطرة على تلك المزارع، ليتم بعد ذلك تسليم المزارع الى السلطات اللبنانية واعتبار المساحات الاخرى بعد الترسيم والتابعة لسوريا خاضعة للقرارين 242 و338.
لذلك فان ارسال الوثيقة هو الخطوة الاولى الضرورية من أجل بدء آلية تحرير المزارع واسترجاعها، بينما التأخر في تسليم الوثيقة او رفضه، تحت اي حجة كانت، يخدم اسرائيل ويكرّس احتلالها للمزارع.
ان ما نريده هو احراج اسرائيل... لاخراجها. ولكن يبدو ان الوزير الشرع ونظامه لا يريدان احراج اسرائيل ولا اخراجها من المزارع، كي تبقى "قميص عثمان" وجرحاً نازفاً يستعمله النظام السوري في لعبة شد الحبال وسياسة الابتزاز.
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ان كل ما نسمعه عن ارادة النظام السوري مساعدة لبنان وفتح صفحة جديدة معه، هو كلام بكلام ان على مستوى مزارع شبعا، او على مستوى التحقيق في قضية اغتيال الرئيس رفيق الحريري.
فعن اي ايجابية يتكلم الوزير الشرع عندما نرى ان هسام هسام فور عبوره الحدود السورية تبنته وزارة الاعلام السورية لاستعماله سلاحاً - ويا له سلاح فارغ وبال ضد لجنة التحقيق الدولية وضد لبنان؟
أين التعاون بين سوريا ولجنة التحقيق الدولية؟ وأين جدية لجنة التحقيق السورية التي لم تستمع حتى اليوم الى هسام هسام، واذا ما استمعت اليه بعد اليوم فيكون ذلك مضحكاً ومن باب رفع العتب؟!
وسوريا قد ترتاح للجنة التحقيق الدولية في حالة واحدة فقط هي ساعة يخرج القاضي ديتليف ميليس بنتيجة واحدة هي ان الرئيس رفيق الحريري "انتحر" ومعه باسل فليحان ورفاقهما، وكذلك سمير قصير وجورج حاوي، كما "انتحر" غازي كنعان. كما حاول مروان حماده ومي شدياق "الانتحار" ولم ينجحا.
على اي حال ان آداء النظام السوري، منذ اللحظة الاولى لتأليف لجنة التحقيق الدولية، يدل على انه لا يريد التحقيق، بل يخافه لانه يخاف كشف الحقيقة التي قد تفضحه كي لا نقول تتهمه وتفضح أداءه السيئ في لبنان والمسيء اليه.
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ولا لزوم لديتليف ميليس من اجل كشف آداء النظام السوري الذي انكشفت حقيقته مع اكتشاف المقابر الجماعية في عنجر حيث كان مقر "المفوض السامي" و"الحاكم السوري للمقاطعة اللبنانية".a
فيا لها من قوة فصل وقوة سلام تلك التي تخطف وتسجن وتعذّب وتقتل و ترمي في مقابر جماعية ضحايا بريئة تستصرخ الضمائر للاقتصاص من المجرمين.
ثم يتكلمون على نكران للجميل وعن شكر لم نوجهه الى نظامهم!
ولا حاجة هنا الى القول بأن التفسيرات السورية للمقابر الجماعية ساقطة، وخصوصاً عندما تحاول ربطها بـ"الحرب الاهلية اللبنانية".
ولا جدوى ايضاً من محاولة هذا النظام وعملائه اعادة فتح ملف تلك الحرب لتغطية جرائمهم في حق اللبنانيين الابرياء.
فالحرب اللبنانية طويت صفحاتها وصفحات الفظائع التي قامت بها الميليشيات والاحزاب عام 1990، مع اتفاق الطائف ولا عودة الى الوراء!
اما المقابر الجماعية في عنجر فتشكل ملفاً مستقلاً ومنفصلاً. عما سمي "الحرب الاهلية اللبنانية". وهو ملف مرتبط مباشرة باداء جيش ومخابرات نظام كان يدعي انه لم يكن فريقاً بل كان حامياً للسلام، في حين انه كان بالفعل والحقيقة الحاكم السفاح الذي لا يرحم.
ان مقابر عنجر الجماعية مسؤول عنها النظام السوري وحده. وهي جريمة في حق الانسانية وتستدعي تحركاً دولياً فورياً وتحقيقاً موسعاً ومحكمة ومحاكمة دوليتين، بمعزل عن جريمة اغتيال الرئيس رفيق الحريري وما سيؤدي اليه التحقيق الدولي في ما اعتبره المجتمع الدولي عملاً ارهابياً.
وعلى النظام الامني السوري ان يعرف، ولا بد لوزير "الفذلكات" و"التناقضات" فاروق الشرع ان يكون قرأ في السياسة الدولية العصرية كي لا نعود به الى القرون الوسطى - ان الانظمة المستبدة والطغاة الذين ارتكبوا مجازر في حق الانسانية لوحقوا وحوكموا وسقطوا!
فالقتل والذبح والرمي في المقابر الجماعية ليست بالأمر المشروع حتى في أبشع الحروب... الا اذا كان أبطال تلك الحروب من سلالة الطغاة ولا لزوم هنا للتذكير بادولف هتلر ولا بتشاوشيسكو ولا بميلوسوفيتش ولا بصدام حسين ولا بزعماء القبائل في رواندا...
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عفواً معالي الوزير الشرع، فبين الولاء لسوريا والولاء للبنان، نحن اخترنا الولاء للبنان لمصلحته أولاً وتالياً لمصلحة سوريا!...
اما عربياً فنحن دائماً مع قضايا العرب المحقة، وعلى رأسها القضية الفلسطينية وتحرير الجولان. اما الذين يختارون في لبنان الولاء لسوريا في مقابل الولاء للبنان، فنضعهم في خانة من لا يريد مصلحة لبنان ولا مصلحة سوريا، ويخدم بذلك اسرائيل عدوة لبنان وسوريا.
فهل يفتش الوزير الشرع عن هؤلاء ليتحالف معهم؟
جبران تويني

Then... There Was Your face

2005-12-02T12:03:00.000+02:00

To put a smile on mine.

To you I say: Thank You!

Quand On N'a Que L'amour (Jacques Brel)

2005-11-28T13:53:00.000+02:00

Quand on n'a que l'amour
A s'offrir en partage
Au jour du grand voyage
Qu'est notre grand amour

Quand on n'a que l'amour
Mon amour toi et moi
Pour qu'éclatent de joie
Chaque heure et chaque jour

Quand on n'a que l'amour
Pour vivre nos promesses
Sans nulle autre richesse
Que d'y croire toujours

Quand on n'a que l'amour
Pour meubler de merveilles
Et couvrir de soleil
La laideur des faubourgs

Quand on n'a que l'amour
Pour unique raison
Pour unique chanson
Et unique secours

Quand on n'a que l'amour
Pour habiller matin
Pauvres et malandrins
De manteaux de velours

Quand on n'a que l'amour
A offrir en prière
Pour les mots de la terre
En simple troubadour

Quand on n'a que l'amour
A offrir à ceux-là
Dont l'unique combat
Est de chercher le jour

Quand on n'a que l'amour
Pour tracer un chemin
Et forcer le destin
À chaque carrefour

Quand on n'a que l'amour
Pour parler aux canons
Et rien qu'une chanson
Pour convaincre un tambour

Alors sans avoir rien
Que la force d'aimer
Nous aurons dans nos mains
Amis le monde entier!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

To Those Who Like And Those Who Love (But Mostly To Those Who Like ;) ) On Independence Day!

2005-11-24T08:08:00.000+02:00

I am feeling utterly satisfied and blissful. That weird-shaped object I sometimes see in front of my eyes amazes me. It often makes my thighs feel warm. That warm feeling even extends to my toes. I am in awe when I look at the way it masterfully controls its pace and movements. It has come a long way since it was barely capable of accomplishing the simplest of tasks. Now, it can even give me feedback.
When it is there, my eyes can't stop following its slightest move. All my body responds to that object and I can hardly keep it from practically toying with my every member. I can't say I mind and I surely don't look like I do.
I have no problems remembering it when it is not there. Seeing it there drawing nearer to my eyes, then a bit farther, only to disappear for a while then show up again. It acts nothing like the mosquito that invaded my privacy that other day. Its effects on my mood are soothing. I always miss its presence.
Can you guys keep a secret? These last few days I overheard people around me saying that this peculiar object might actually be a "hand"!
It might seem like a pretty exaggerated and hasty decision, but I am going to risk everything by expressing my true feelings once that moment comes. I know I am still a nine-month-old baby, but I am going to risk everything when that moment comes. As soon as I learn how to talk, I am going to say it out loud: Hand, I love you! I will even swear eternal faithfulness to her , eventhough we all know I sometimes bit this same hand that fed me ;)
This shall be our little secret until I can say what the future man I will one day be has to say, because quite frankly, I am starting to be addicted to that "doudou" in my mouth and it is affecting the growth of my brand new teeth.
Now it is time for lunch and I want to go out. Hmmmm, let's see... How can I order lunch? Ah sure, here goes: Ouinnnnnnnn...... (Hope that "hand" answers my call! ;) ) Ouinnnnnnnn........

© Maldoror37 - 2005

"We Get Things Done For You!"

2005-11-16T12:48:00.000+02:00

Sir,

You have failed to impress.
You have failed to achieve.
You have failed to get rid of yourself.

Bottom line: Services no longer needed!

Note: Kindly pack all your belongings and gently close the door before you leave!

Best Regards,
Mr. and Mrs. Good Riddance.

Enchanting!

2005-11-11T12:11:00.000+02:00

Last night, I had goose pumps for 90 minutes non-stop! It's scary how children can enchant you, lift you up your chair and throw you deep into sweet oblivion!
Of course you have no clue what am talking about. Well, all you have to do is buy the DVD of latest concert performed by The Choir Of St Marc (aka Les Choristes).
It is a masterpiece!

In The Arms Of An Angel (Sarah McLachlan)

2005-10-20T08:05:00.000+03:00

Spend all your time waiting
For that second chance
For a break that would make it okay
There's always some reason
To feel not good enough
And it is hard at the end of the day
Need some distraction
Oh beautiful release
Memory seeps from my veins
Let me be empty
And weightless and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight

In the arms of an angel
Fly away from here
From this dark cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of an angel
May you find some comfort here

So tired of the straight line
And everywhere you turn
There's vultures and thieves at your back
And the storm keeps on twisting
You keep on building the lies
That you make up for all that you lack
It don't make no difference
Escaping one last time
It's easier to believe in this sweet madness oh
This glorious sadness that brings me to my knees

In the arms of an angel
Fly away from here
From this dark cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of an angel
May you find some comfort here
You're in the arms of your angel
May you find some comfort here

Your Destiny

2005-10-10T00:41:00.000+03:00

Death.... Emptiness.... Wisdom...,
Death.... Emptiness.... Wisdom...,
Death.... Emptiness.... Wisdom...!

Words. If only words could take you beyond.
If only words could make you see what is lying ahead!

You cry before a picture,
You beg for a memory,
You'd kill for a dream!

You reach for the sky,
You live without knowing why,
But no, you may never die!

DEATH...

You will live every minute of evry day, wondering,
You will starve for a friend,
You will scream in your room, cry in your bed!

You will build castles in which noone will live,
You will return late at night alone, drunk and filthy.
You will have only your echo to keeo you company,
They will think you mad!

EMPTINESS...

Afterwards, when you will stop for a moment to think of your destiny, when you will try to figure out the reason why, They will tell you: " Hey, you've got only two answers; you may either live, or just go ahead and die!! "

WISDOM...!

© Maldoror37 - 2005

German National Day

2005-10-03T14:33:00.000+03:00

Twenty years later, that same fire is still burning inside of me.

Remorse (Jerry Maguire)

2005-09-27T01:48:00.000+03:00

"Shut up... Just shut up!...

You had me at hello... You had me at hello!..."

The Void

2005-09-25T22:12:00.000+03:00

I lock myself in my room and put on some loud music, trying to fill the void that is within me, trying to put some distance between myself and the rest of the world.
Now I can let my hallucinant mind run wild. Now I can scream as loud as I want noone can hear me, for even I am unable to hear myself.

-" What's on the menu for today, kind sir? " I shouted.
-" The plat du jour for today is Emptiness as always, sir. You have become a fervent customer of ours, so maybe we can add something extra that goes with it! "
-" Much obliged, but.. do answer me that simple question, sir: How shall I fill it up? "
-" Well, sir, you could fill it with words. Better still, why not try filling it up with a knife? "..

When my rambling mind returned to reality, I noticed there was a heavy pressure in the room, that of silence. Maybe it was because of an electric failure in the stereo, it often occured lately. Anyway, am feeling very hungry now, I must have been in here for several hours... I know that because all is dark outside.

On my way to the kitchen, faces of people I knew kept flashing in front of my eyes; faces of people laughing, I think they were laughing at me. I couldn't take it anymore, I was feeling very nauseous and I was about to faint when finally I reached the kitchen door and turned the lights on.

At that moment, everything seemed clear again.

© Maldoror37 - 2005

A Tribute To Life

2005-07-23T04:39:00.000+03:00

"One by one, only the good die young. They're flying too close to the sun.
Crying for nothing. Crying for no-one... No-one but you!" (Freddie Mercury)

As She Reads Me

2005-07-16T14:56:00.000+03:00

It is gone. The light has faded and the magic is no longer there. Slowly, slowly... the knife finds its way through my fresh wounds!

The pain is unbearable. The voices are killing me. Break the mirror that has once reflected my image! I can no longer live. I can no longer fight. I am subdued to the unbearable pain caused by a knife finding its way through my veins!

She will read me, but she no longer needs me; she has found her way through. As she reads me she will laugh, then look at me in the eyes and laugh again! And I will scatter into pieces, fall apart slowly, slowly... like an agonizing monster!!

But still, I will find the words to say goodbye. I will find the words before I die to say thank you; thank you for breathing life into me and thank you for letting me die!!

© Maldoror37 - 2005

2005-05-29T13:25:00.000+03:00

"J'aurais voulu être plutôt le fils de la femelle du requin, dont la faim est amie des tempêtes, et du tigre, à la cruauté reconnue: je ne serais pas si méchant!"

Our Destiny

2005-05-27T09:01:00.000+03:00

Are we anything but tears shed million years ago! Raindrops fallen from mad clouds on deserted lands.. Fallen forever, and forever brought back to endure insanity once more!

© Maldoror37 - 2005

To Her, Eight Years And A Month Later, On Her Birthday

2005-04-06T14:51:00.000+03:00

I have never forgotten yet your touch on my cheek,
I am not ready to let go.

Your memory is still on my mind,
Before I go to sleep after I wake up,
Your face is still there, smiling, looking at me.

You know, I wish I could hold you like before,
Feel the warmth of your body holding me, but I can't.
I am stuck here in this world and you are up there flying.

I guess that all wishes don't come true, but Mother,
I wish that just for a moment I could hold and kiss you.

© Maldoror37 - 2005

A Mesmerizing Encounter

2005-03-23T14:17:00.000+02:00

Last night, Nature was breathing heavily, gasping for air when a spear cut through the rock, under a shroud of heavy smoke.
Cries of agony reverberated in the wilderness; their never-ending echo still haunts the bed of every mortal. Slugs swirled around a hole before going deep into it to feed on a corpse.

Meanwhile, a hand found its way through bars of steel trying to catch a glimpse of light; a sign of the long awaited Freedom.
Silhouettes of a marching crowd paved the road leading to the forest. The sound of their footsteps breathed back life into the dying seeds.

I watched it all last night. I watched it unfold in front of my eyes, as I opened my window to welcome the early spring breeze.

© Maldoror37 - 2005

Ludwig Van Beethoven (When An Immortal Fell In Love)

2005-03-18T13:23:00.000+02:00

July 6th, in the morning.

"My angel, my all, my very self - Only a few words today and at that with pencil (with yours) - Not till tomorrow will my lodgings be definitely determined upon - what a useless waste of time - Why this deep sorrow when necessity speaks - can our love endure except through sacrifices, through not demanding everything from one another; can you change the fact that you are not wholly mine, I not wholly thine - Oh God, look out into the beauties of nature and comfort your heart with that which must be - Love demands everything and that very justly - thus it is to me with you, and you with me. But you forget so easily that I must live for me and for you; if we were wholly united you would feel the pain of it as little as I - My journey was a fearful one"... "Esterhazy, traveling the usual road here, had the same fate with eight horses that I had with four - yet I got some pleasure out of it, as I always do when I successfully overcome difficulties - Now a quick change to things internal from things external. We shall surely see each other soon; moreover, today I cannot share with you the thoughts I have had during these last few days touching my own life - If our hearts were always close together, I would have none of these. My heart is full of so many things to say to you - ah - there are moments when I feel that speech amounts to nothing at all - Cheer up - remain my true, my only treasure, my all as I am yours. The gods must send us the rest, what for us must and shall be"-

Your faithful Ludwig

Evening, Monday, July 6th

"You are suffering, my dearest creature - only now have I learned that letters must be posted very early in the morning on Mondays - Thursdays - the only day on which the mail-coach goes from here to K. - You are suffering - Ah, wherever I am, you are with me - I will arrange it with you and me that I can live with you. What a life!!!! thus!!!! without you - pursued by the goodness of mankind hither and thither - which I as little want to deserve as I deserve it - Humility of man towards man - it pains me - and when I consider myself in relation to the universe, what am I and what is He - whom we call the greatest - and yet - herein lies the divine in man - I weep when I reflect that you will probably not receive the first report from me until Saturday - Much as you love me - I love you more - But do not ever conceal yourself from me - good night - As I am taking the baths I must go to bed - Oh God - so near! so far! Is not our love truly a heavenly structure, and also as firm as the vault of Heaven?"

Good morning, on July 7th

"Though still in bed, my thoughts go out to you, my Immortal Beloved, not and then joyfully, then sadly, waiting to learn whether or not fate will hear us - I can only live wholly with you or not at all - Yes, I am resolved to wander so long away from you until I can fly to your arms and say that I am really at home with you, and can send my soul enwrapped in you into the lands of spirits - Yes unhappily it must be so - You will be the more contained since you know my fidelity to you. No one else can ever possess my heart - never - never - Oh God, why must one be parted from one whom one so loves. And yet my life in V[ienna] is now a wretched life - Your love makes me at once the happiest and the unhappiest of men - at my age I need a steady, quiet life - can that be so in out connection? My angel, I have just been told that the mailcoach goes everyday - therefore I must close at once so that you may receive the l[etter] at once. - Be calm, only by a calm consideration of our existence can we achieve out purpose to live together - Be calm - love me - today - yesterday - what tearful longings for you - you - you - my life - my all - farewell. -Oh continue to love me - never misjudge the most faithful heart of you beloved.
Ever thine Ever mine Ever ours."

The Outcome

2005-03-08T10:41:00.000+02:00

I guess I didn't see it coming --- It hurts a lot when u are stabbed in the back --- Some people don't appreciate what they have got until they lose it --- Feels horrible to lose trust in people ---Who is it to blame if you aren't mature enough? --- Can't imagine I have been lied to! --- Whatever the reasons maybe I only say: To Hell With You!!!!!

Breathing From Underneath A Pile of Clothes

2005-02-27T16:58:00.000+02:00

While sitting amidst a pile of dirt, I pick up a pen to write down some notes trying to keep track of time. Eighteen days since I last took a shower. Six months since I last cleaned my room and three months since I last made a phone call. I am a fugitive and anyone could arrest me, anytime.

The feeling of living on the verge of nothingness brings me comfort. It offers me a kind of satisfaction. Standing up next to the windowpane watching a woman park her car makes me realize that I could have been doing something more useful instead. I could have been thinking of a way out of this mess.

I am filthy. My home is my prison. I return to it each time after I have had enough of wandering around. Sentences that don't rhyme and ideas expressing a feeling of despair. This is all I have to offer after a two-year drought. I can't seem to remember how to get everything out in an artistic way. I think it is because I am not searching to please anymore, not looking for somebody to accept me in my misery.

I stink. This is how I feel about myself right now. I can't get this thought out of my head. Lyrics and long walks under the rain used to soothe my wrath, not anymore.

Waking up day after day with that sour feeling of disgust makes you realize that you have to change something about your life. Just looking at this leafless tree makes me certain that nobody really cares whether you are happy or sad, had enough or just having some time on your own.

Convincing yourself that you are leading your life for a higher purpose makes you kid yourself for a few minutes. It gives a kind of logic to the nonsense you must face everyday.

I smell awful. I have always enjoyed sitting for six sometimes seven hours in front of my P.C. They seem just as endless as the number of years during which I have been alone.

Loneliness is not the issue here, or maybe it is. Perhaps loneliness is what I am feeling right now. It is just like my shadow, my half, my other self.

Scratching my back with what is left of my shortly cut nails, gives me pleasure, just like the sound of my breath: they are such extraordinary sources of inspiration.

Stopping for a moment on this day, just to realize that nobody cares and that I don't care for a whole lot of other people, provides a sweet satisfaction for my soul yearning to be misunderstood; because being misunderstood is a good reason for somebody out there to sympathize with me, and give me once more the chance of pushing him away.

As I try to persuade myself to sit on this computer chair - the brand new chair my absent roommate offered me on my birthday - I hear the sound of water heating up. In some two hours or so, it will be time for my shower. Until that moment comes, I will just sit on my chair before I will have to become clean enough to meet the filthy you.

It all happens so quickly

2005-02-25T07:45:00.000+02:00

I have been trying to keep my cool these past few days concentrating on what's important in my life, but somehow things always get out of hand and I find myself struggling to control it all and not hurt anybody's feelings unintentionally (Although it wouldn't be so bad some other day! ;) ).
Only thing that always works in times like these is to put on some loud music (Queen preferably) and just sing it out! Or should I say: Shout it out! I guess some things hardly ever change...

Simple Thought :)

2005-02-24T12:37:00.002+02:00

"Si la terre était couverte de poux comme de grains de sable le rivage de la mer, la terre entière serait anéantie en proie à de douleurs terribles. Quel spectacle! Moi, avec des ailes d'anges, immobile dans les airs pour le contempler!"

Off and Away

2005-02-21T09:20:00.000+02:00

I hate Monday mornings and I surely am not the only one. I think I would rather be home. Naaa! Home is boring, I hate being bored! I think I would rather be with somebody else talking about anything else, but again that would be boring, because that other person is surely boring or as bored as I am on this boring Monday "borNing". Okay, I must do something to stop beingso bored, why not for instance stop nagging :) !! What a beautiful Monday morning, I am certain there is nobody more...