"I drank so many reality glasses, that I know no way to soberness"
K.H

"When looking for love, while it was right before my eyes"

Bah oui chui Black, merci de me le rappeler à chaque fois, tu me rappelles que t'es un "sale" blanc, tu me redonnes confiance en soi! Merci!

Over the phone,

That’s how it always goes, my call to him or his to me

Monotone, flat and soul-less,

As if speaking to a statue,

A dead body, a dead soul,

Maybe because of the distance

Maybe I am distanced

Or Maybe he is

That’s how it goes,

Two strangers, asking out of duty, not concern, talking

Hi, how are you? What’s up? How was your day?

Hi, I am fine, What about you? Nothing special, as usual

Then the awkward silence speaks,

A mantra keeps turning on and on in my mind,

Loin des yeux, loin du Cœur

Loin des yeux, loin du cœur

That’s how it goes,

Since best wishes are done through the phone,

Sympathy is shared through the phone,

Visits are cut short, paid through the phone,

Socializing fucked up cuz” of the phone,

How pathetic!!

I guess, that’s how love too is mono’tunned over the phone

Everything starting to be of 2.0

Feelings, morals, values, l bac, religion, even faith

Love is just one clue

I remember grandpa saying long time ago

Blessed he is, since he and his generation knew no phone

Hhhhhh, I laughed my ass off

Saying that’s only old age speaking o kaykhref

But now, I got it the hard way round

Now that I am to be an 2.0 generation

Of wireless, texting, smart phones and God knows what’s to come along

That’s how it goes

Anyway, Goodnight, I’ll call ya back soon.

Living in your past means opening and re-openining the stitches, the about-to- heal wounds.

،يا ليث الصبا يعود يوما

فاخبره عن ما فعل الشباب.

- " what do you need, nakedman?" said the master. - "a kiss-in event m'lord" replied the peasant.

Knowing little, Leaving better!!

Tit for tat

one guy during the kiss in, blasted the bubble and his reaction only is argued for and against.

I believe that  we cannot detach his reaction from the context, Because this event caused that guy's reaction as simple as that. As the protesters wanted to express their belief, which is provocative and blood boiling not because of the concept of protesting itself, but the way of protesting, he too expressed his protesting to a way of protesting.  Tit for tat.

Kiss-in Rabat

Let's kiss the anti-kiss affair, that's how Moroccans, some Moroccans, in the name of freedom, human rights and God knows what else, created the Kiss-in event, like the paris' kiss in event, in support of the teenage affair in Nador.

A kiss-in event in Muslim country were ppl trying to preserse some of the values and morals that nowadays are to desappear in the light of globalization, modernism,..... Is that modernism? what is modernism, who defines it?Detaching one's self from its roots? That's what we gain for the occident and the western culture? Is that freedom: provoking others?

Yes, Nador affair was something to make one's blood boil, but aint there any other way to say STOP, than kissing in public in a Muslim country where kissing is sinning?!
Where are we?!

Dear you,
I miss you so much. Meeting you again is like heaven.
I never intended to leave you, but I couldnt help it, you went off, without notice.
I love you,
I, unconditionally, love pomegranate

Society have problems with me, Darn it maaaaan!!

"Cry me a river, because I cried a river over you"
.................................E.F

Under the spell,

And then again, I felt in love with those eyes

One look, and the spell was cast,

I couldn’t move,

I couldn’t think,

Just breathe, Hardly

And then again, I can’t classify

The color of your eyes,

Under your spell, I am ignorant,

Even illiterate,

Colors mix and twist,

But the color of your eyes,

The pitch of that oh

I would never forget.

I confess, I sinned,

I am a pervert.

I confess, I sinned,

I wanted those eyes on me, on every part

I wanted those eyes asleep, filled with desire, anger,

Drown in thought, reddened, dreamy

I confess, I sinned,

Under your spell,

I am enslaved.

".....A beauty neither of fine colour nor long eyelash, nor penciled brow, but of meaning, of movement, of radiance."
.................................Charlotte Bronte, Jane Eyre

So are the questions, little do the anwsers!!!

الى الملتقى،

الى أن يجمع الموت بيننا.....

I just want to introduce my friend, his name is little pony; I met him at the beach, and since then we've become close friends :)

And he said, while laughing, come, and get a lollipop!! What!! you saying as if I can't afford buying one!!

The heavenly sweet smell of my new-bought old-to-be yellowish book is intoxicating me.

Those hands just took my breath away,

Mindblowing!!

- Salam, I am looking for a library, is there any nearby?
- Waalikom salam, umm you are looking for me
- A library please!!
- You mean like where they buy books and stuff?
- Yes!
- Books similar to those  the tourists carry?
- Yes, WTF, ( Yes, if you think that We dont read like they do, you've got some point)
- See, I am stylish and know style, next trafic light, turn left.
- Thanks!

And again, I came back home (from a funeral) with some bread and figs in my hand :(

"The blues takes many forms... It is variously a feeling, a mood, a nameless threat, a person, a lover, a boss man, a mob, and, of course, the Devil himself. It is often experienced as both cause and effect, action and reaction, and it can be used as both hex and counterhex, poison and antidote, pain and relief. Most importantly, the blues is both the cause of song, and song itself..."

And all of a sudden, without any former notice, people die.

"If you don't think, you shouldn't talk"

I am a mouth-to-pen kind of person.

Proud of them, proud that ve attended their trainings!! Big up Rabat Lions

Check out this video!!
http://vimeo.com/75959526

"Les gosses sont comme des robots fabriqués à la chaîne et moi je ne veux pas être un robot ! "
"L'herbe bleue", de Beatrice Sparks

"Love is a losing game"