There is nothing so cruel as the desolation of having nothing to hope for.
I love you so, you are so much yourself!
He is so afraid of his soul:
no "I" now but she. She is now within me.
And no "she" now but only my fragile "I"
At the end of this song, how much I fear that my dream
may not see its dream in her.
|Mahmoud Darwish, unfortunately it was paradise
He is so afraid of his soul:
no "I" now but she. She is now within me.
And no "she" now but only my fragile "I"
At the end of this song, how much I fear that my dream
may not see its dream in her.
|Mahmoud Darwish, unfortunately it was paradise
ูููุงู ู
ุนุฑูุฉ ุฐูุฑูุงุช ุฏุงุฎู ุฑุฃุณู .
๐ข2
ุงูู
ููุฑุจ . . ุฃูุบููุฉ.
Thinking kills the beautiful parts .
Forwarded from ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ (๐
๐ผ๐๐ด๐โข)
Forwarded from ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ (๐
๐ผ๐๐ด๐โข)
Damn. Days go on and on. They donโt end.