To be or ?

I say I am scared to be,but maybe, I am justscared to only be what I ambut I can only be what I livedand I am so youngso young I still don't belong to myselfAm I gonna tell her ?And if she says she loves me ?Am I ready ? I am already locked.And If …

Vivid-19

There was a time, but it's long gone now, it's been 6pm for a few months, Yesterday we'll see and tomorrow we saw the same stagnating pixelated sunset, over a city that opened its arms, to a sea that will not rise, Algiers likes the chase, loves the absence, loathes the presence, the orthodoxy of …

As long as he plays

I like to seem smart, so I read on poetry. Reading Hofmann lately, a sentence hit me. He cites Cellini who says: "A statue must be beautiful from all sides." That's exactly how you know we aren't statues. There is only one side that makes sense- the eyes. Can you see? Like a blackhole they …

Do not fall in love with a writer

Do not fall in love with a writer Unless you are ready to learn lies about yourself... Your cells, those Jupiter's moons, daughters of the king Your cells, sinking in Galileo's glass at a celestial bar Your cells, a revolution of 1600s, Your cells, Ganymede's lover, a tale of ice and rock Your cells, calloused …

God complex

1, 2, 3... All those beauty marks on your body, are the constellations painted at 5 am by God, drunk, in a bathrobe, with a 3-day beard, trying to heal from a heartbreak. They come from the wounded heart of greatness that is still confident about making a masterpiece. And baby, he just nailed it. …

Things I write when it rains on the edge of the universe

you know how this is; The echo of a violin playing in the underground of Berlin swallowing a dreamer who lost his name at a bar by a narrow street with no lights. you know how this is; The sound of a thousand hurricanes dancing under a thousand heavens delightfully rising from the tears of …

We’re only gods after all

I am not going to lie; sometimes it feels like this: We are Gods ... Gods with green eyes, sweaty foreheads, opening beers with our teeth, wearing blue jumpsuits, only smiling at birds, tired of being faithful ... trying to feel alive in the arms of Cairo ... Cairo, 21 or 22; I mean too …

About last night …

Look, it is simple: the order of the songs all depends on how lebanese Serage feels. Sometimes he closes his eyes for too long, and when he opens them again, the dust erased the borders of his sweet mount. Anyway, back and forth between East and West, Cairo was now pregnant; with our fears, our …

The sun, the moon, the stars … and other things you are.

You may tell someone that you'll love them forever (When the heart gambles on its own fate, it knows it is not gonna lose) But history has shown that they will not be themselves forever (we lie to ourselves differently after each spring) Still I try, to be the one you loved few months ago …

Smile.

- Oh brothers... if I should tell you about her, I'd probably ask you to think about a summer night. A summer night in heaven. There is a multilayered purple-ish sky. Silky horizon. The sun is slowly setting as a tear going down a cheek, distorted. Angels, floating, are having dinner. They are eating gold …