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Friday, October 19, 2012

صورة / a picture

this was the first time for me to write in my own language,never tried after this one,i will try to translate it for my friends who don`t know Arabic :)

مرة كده من المرات اللى انا قعدة فيها انا و انا....كنت بقلب فى الصور اللى عندى
مكنتش صور لحد معين ........كانت صور طبيعية و صور تخليك تحلم و تروح لبعيد....بعيد اوى
افتكرت ساعتها طلب اطلب منى مرة و هو انى اسيب عينى تروح لأى صورة منهم و اسيب احساسى يتكلم
ممممممممم على قد منا بحب احساسى ياخدنى بعيد بس المرة دى كانت غير كل مرة....للحظة...
للحظة حسيت انى مش قدرة اروح هناك....كان فيه حاجة مسكانى
لقيت صوت من جوايا اول مرة أسمعه...بيقولى ....صورة؟
الصورة دى حبة الوان مع بعض.....و اللى
و اللى بيخلي الصورة تتكلم مش اللى جواها اكتر من احساسنا نفسه
احساسنا اللى مش قدرين نحسه فى الحياة.....فكل مرة عينينا تشوف صورة
احساسنا يسبنا و يطلع من جوانا و يجرى على الصورة يحاول يعيش و لو للحظة
قبل مناخده و نرجعه تانى جوانا و يفضل حزين سجين بين ضلوعنا


onetime of the times i was sitting me with me
i was checking the pictures i captured
werent pictures for specific outing
just some pictures for nature that would take you so far away
i remembered when i was asked once to let my eyes surrender to any picture of them
and let go of my feeling to speak out loud
for a moment i felt i cant go there,something was holding me back
there comes a voice from deep inside me asking me.......picture?
the voice continued telling me : "the pictures is a collection of colors gathering together,
   and what makes it talk not its colors more than our feeling we feel towards it
the feeling that we cant feel in reality so everytime our eyes fall on the picture
our feeling leaves us and run so fast towards the picture trying to live there even for Only a moment
before we capture and take it back to live as a sad prisoner deep inside us