Is that a passport to leave hell and go visit the world?I just remembered a verse in a song that said,"el dakhel 3andena maf2ood wel khareg men hena mawlood"
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About Me
- Gypo
- Brisbane, Queensland, Australia
- Each thing I do I rush through so I can do something else. In such a way do the days pass - a blend of stock car racing and the never ending building of a gothic cathedral. Through the windows of my speeding car, I see all that I love falling away: books unread, jokes untold, landscapes unvisited. And why? What treasure do I expect in my future? Rather it is the confusion of childhood loping behind me, the chaos in the mind, the failure chipping away at each success. Glancing over my shoulder I see its shape and so move forward, as someone in the woods at night might hear the sound of approaching feet and stop to listen, then, instead of silence he hears some creature trying to be silent. What else can he do but run? Rushing blindly down the path, stumbling, struck in the face by sticks; the other ever closer, yet not really hurrying or out of breath, teasing its kill.
3 comments:
yeb2a ana kedah maf2oud wenta mawlood :(
yeb2a ant akeed, akeed fe masr, coz masr kom wel 3alem kom tani :)
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