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11/28/11
" A friend who is far away is sometimes much nearer than one who is at hand. Is not the mountain far more awe-inspiring and more clearly visible to one passing through the valley than to those who inhabit the mountain? "

Khalil Gibran

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Mystic Night

Mystic Night

Tonight, mystic escape Premeditated by two lovers That planted roses In the heart of the jungle. Madness in wild passions Outlines a moonlight river. Bodies levitate over waterfalls And Italian gondolas, While the Wizard of Destiny Reads their lives in his crystal ball. And they surrender to untamed passions Sealing the shade of a stormy...
In My Imagination II

In My Imagination II

“Inspire Me” You see, I see you, witty boy  mischievously upsetting, Sometimes blond, all smiles, nerdish eyes in lively looks or rather hiding For some intrigue  only me gets. I know of these wolves in the forest, These sharks in the ocean, These flying bats I greet with “next time” as the  The Little Girl In the Red...
The Expedition I

The Expedition I

I flew to your continent in the urge for an explanation Or at least, an opportunity to patch your broken Book of memories. I, guilty and desperate Sought your face inside every open window from the narrow Steeled buildings of your hometown. I crossed the air with invisible wings while the sun warmed my ethereal...
I'm Just Saying...

I’m Just Saying…

This thought bubbled my head a couple of times that I saw you But I bounced it off because I do not know that part of you That could be concerned with it… The other night for some strange reason We ended up sitting next to each other, The room was loud and we exchanged...
Awaken

Awaken

Something happened within myself, Something cracked the inner shell, A random thunder light jagged the night. A devastating typhoon swept a herd of old, sad, dry bushes… When the chaos ended, the scenery unveiled a vast savanna of fresh winter savory. Dubious, I looked back to see just fog on the other side. Yet barefoot,...
SISTANA*

SISTANA*

(Spanglish poem to my sister Manal) Yo te amo*, sister Y te ato con los lazos del universo.* I take your hands -like my hands, made of sand- Y abrázote* con el corazon abierto*. Sobre el paso de tiempos y cantos* You, crystal, feather, a piece of myself, I accept you. My hermana, Árabe o...
The Grand Opening

The Grand Opening

Before I found you, My love, I was hungry, thirsty, tired. My voice was a fading whisper That barely would I hear. Lazy, my old soul Withdrew me night by night In odd, sad, gray Dreams that shrunk my breathing. I avoided the world, Denied my faith, Quit from living… But I found you, My...