A Ton Etoile

A la joie
A la beauté des rêves
A la mélancolie
A l'espoir qui nous tient
A la santé du feu Et de la flamme
A ton étoile

A Ton Etoile

Noir Désir

A Better Place

Days...

How many days Do I have until

I am set free

To a better place?

A Better Place

Vast

Sorrow

The sweet smell of a great sorrow lies over the land

Plumes of smoke rise and merge into the leaden sky:

A man lies and dreams of green fields and rivers,

But awakes to a morning with no reason for waking

He's haunted by the memory of a lost paradise

In his youth or a dream, he can't be precise

He's chained forever to a world that's departed

It's not enough, it's not enough

His blood has frozen & curdled with fright

His knees have trembled & given way in the night

His hand has weakened at the moment of truth

His step has faltered

One world, one soul

Time pass, the river rolls

It's not enough it's not enough

His hand has faltered

.... .... ......

And he talks to the river of lost love and dedication

And silent replies that swirl invitation

Flow dark and troubled to an oily sea

A grim intimation of what is to be

There's an unceasing wind that blows through this nigh

tAnd there's dust in my eyes, that blinds my sigh

tAnd silence that speaks so much louder that words,

Of promises broken

Sorrow

Pink Floyd

"Shall I compare thee to a Summer's day?"

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?

Thou art more lovely and more temperate:

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,

And summer's lease hath all too short a date:

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,

And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;

And every fair from fair sometime declines,

By chance, or nature's changing course,

untrimm'd; But thy eternal summer shall not fade,

Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;

Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,

When in eternal lines to time thou growest;

So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,

So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

Sonnet 18

William Shakespeare

Sweet Goodbye

Sinking in a frozen lake of melancholy

Gradually

Inch by inch

Losing control of her body

Standing still

As a deeply rooted

Naked agony

Feeling cold

Infiltrating its claws around

Slowly

Tearing her apart

Torrential tears

Blurring her vision

Then

Darkness closed her eyelids

As the night usurped

The sunset absurdity

Stars come to shine

The lonely extended shadow

But her universe is

As starless as an ugly fate

Her pen shivering in her hand

Looking for a meaning, in vain

Every move is a desperate pain

Transcending the void

She is standing still

In her throat

Words seem to choke

Trying to find

A way out

Unfortunately

They remained within

Swallowed by

A bitter sigh

Sounds coming to her ears

As indecipherable notes

Waving goodbye to life

Waving goodbye to her soul

She is trying hopelessly

To move her heavy head

Filled with childhood flashbacks

Exhausted memories

Abused routine and veins

Anybody to help?

Only cold is there

Taking control

Of her numb galaxy

She is shivering

Shivering as a scared child

Left outside

Delivered to the jungle of life

Eternally condemned to wander

The filthy streets of time

Sacrified to the beasts of plight

There are no arms

Where she can hide

Life has been taken out of her!

Life has been taken out of her!

The moonlight is inviting her

For a walk in the clouds

She can hardly move

But she raised her hand up

Smiling

Attempting to reach the moonlight

They are going to hang around together

In the dead of night

February 23, 2008

At The Seams

The last rays of sunshine

Come to touch my corpse heart

The soft breeze of the sea

Comes to pat the silence i live in

I close my eyes

And let go of my emprisoned feelings

I close my eyes and wish

I wish

I wish I was

A star in your sky

Glittering with pride

To show you the path

When falls the night

I wish I was

A wave in your sea

Perishing at the rocks of your shore

Leaving on the sand

Footsteps of harmony

I wish I was

A flower in the garden of your love

To flavour your life

Get you out of this plight

Lift you up, high

I wish I was

One of your lovely thoughts

Rushing to reign on your mind

A sweet word whispered by your mouth

Sealing your existence with precious hymns

A tender pulse of your heart

Keeping you happily alive

A tear struggling

Not to drop from your eyes

Not to lose its warm place inside

I wish I was

The coffee you drink

The air you breathe

The faith in which you believe

The lines you cross

The candle you blow

The destiny you ignore

The new dawn you long for

The dusk you hide your secrets in

Your memories, your sins

I close my eyes

I wish I was what I wish

Only...

I'm a dying wish

Only...

Wishes don't come real

Wishes are like morphine

Silencing the pain

Relieving the agony of my dreams

If only I...

February 17th, 2008

Nap

A peaceful nap

Playing The Guitar

Playing the guitar, 2

Stop Crying Your Heart Out

Cos all of the stars

Are fading away

Just try not to worry

You'll see them some day

Take what you need

And be on your way

And stop crying your heart out

We're all of us stars

We're fading away

Just try not to worry

You'll see us some day

Just take what you need

And be on your way

And stop crying your heart out

Stop crying your heart out

Stop crying your heart out

Stop crying your heart out

Oasis

Shame!

I'm teaching myself not to grieve upon the dead; they quit this world and they enjoy peace elsewhere. Instead, I mourn those who are alive, tormented by the banalities of life. However, a pain crossed my mind hearing about an incident that happened in Sfax. A boy around 15 or 16 years was killed while going on a strike as a form of protest against Gaza's blockade. What a shame! A real shame! It's been almost a week now that i couldnt stop thinking about this boy. I couldn't stop thinking about his family. How much they suffer! Even Palestine's independence wouldn't help put a smile upon their life again.
Yesterday, like everyday nearly, I went to the institute to sit for my classes. Yeah, I don't miss classes. It's rare, only when I'm extremely sick or when I have an urgent thing to do that cannot be postponed. It's just because i think presence is important and so is taking notes by yourself , especially that I'm excellent at listening and writing rapidly. I cannot trust my classmates' courses 'cos they are like "fill in the blanks" with a very poor English(there are exceptions, though). Plus, it goes without saying that many of them don't want to give their papers, despite the fact that I don't keep my course for myself. I give it to print to anyone who asks me. My best friends say I'm trop bonne trop conne: exposing myself to course exploitation since many students don't talk to me, normally but they come to me whenever they are in need for lessons. They borrow the papers and promise you that they'll bring them tomorrow. In many cases, the papers are brought after a week or two, sometimes torn apart, other times with scars of food. At least, I'm grateful they give them back. That's me! I cannot and I don't want to change talking about this matter. I can't imagine myself refusing to give papers to someone. But, It's a shame! A shame 'cos human relationships in the institute, in all universities as well, depends on courses!
So, yesterday I went to the institute excercising my principle of self-reliance, as always. Once there, I found a notics saying: Strikes today. But everything seemed so quiet: l'UGET members giving their ordinary speeches about our life in order to raise students' awareness. These latters weren't listening to them, sunbathing, drinking coffees, chatting , laughing... It was the normal atmosphere of the institute. I stood still in front of the amphitheatre. After 5 minutes, the students started entering followed by the teacher. I was hesitating: should I go on a strike or sit for my class? I didn't know the cause of the strike so I opted for the second choice. Almost 10 minutes later, i heard the crowd: people starting to shout and they were getting closer. Then, they started knocking on the door. The teacher ignored them. They didn't give up and forced their way in the amphitheatre, without permission. It was l'UGET members supported by many students. The teacher seemed extremely frightened and shocked and he had already stopped talking. Some of the members, friends among them, explained themselves saying that it was a strike to protest against the boy's death. By that time, I was pissed off and mad at them. Sorry but no one told us the reason before that moment. Moreover, how the hell they dare enter without permission, interrupting a class and not respecting the teacher! They are claiming to be democratic, however they didn't leave us the choice. After all, it wasn't a well organized strike.
I strongly believe that l'UGET presence in our institute, and in every university, is vital but they should change their working methods. They are asking for reforms, this won't happen till they organize their structure. We cannot change the world unless we begin by changing ourselves.
Deep inside, I know that their role will always be limited to the institute. I don't know if it's due to my pessimistic nature or not. Because when I take a look around me I feel that things are getting worse. It's the decade of social deteriorism, moral decay, human vaccum and falsifying facts. A disease is spread in the body of the society, it can't be stopped. People are rushing for the accumulation of wealth, this rush affected their lives, altered their traditions, manners , morality and widened the gap between the rich and the poor. People are deprived out of any humanity, creativity, filled instead with materialism. No imagination, no sensation. The masses are drenched in football, shitty valentine presents and sales. I have always hated football: persons getting millions for running after a ball, while others don't have money to buy bread. Our age is the heartless age. People have calculators instead of hearts in "a world made of conflicts of interests, points of view and interests", where globalization is a sleeping devil.
As George Orwell says in his book 1984: "If you want to see the future imagine a boot stamping on a human face forever."

Why did i write all this? whatever!

Night VS Day

"Is't night's predominance or the day's shame

That darkness does the face of Earth entomb

When living light should kiss it?"

Macbeth

Shakespeare