In Jerusalem, and I mean within the ancient walls, I walk from one epoch to another without a memory to guide me. The prophets over there are sharing the history of the holy . . . ascending to heaven and returning less discouraged and melancholy, because love and peace are holy and are coming to town. I was walking down a slope and thinking to myself: How do the narrators disagree over what light said about a stone? Is it from a dimly lit stone that wars flare up? I walk in my sleep. I stare in my sleep. I see no one behind me. I see no one ahead of me. All this light is for me. I walk. I become lighter. I fly then I become another. Transfigured. Words sprout like grass from Isaiah’s messenger mouth: “If you don’t believe you won’t believe.” I walk as if I were another. And my wound a white biblical rose. And my hands like two doves on the cross hovering and carrying the earth. I don’t walk, I fly, I become another, transfigured. No place and no time. So who am I? I am no I in ascension’s presence. But I think to myself: Alone, the prophet Mohammad spoke classical Arabic. “And then what?” Then what? A woman soldier shouted: Is that you again? Didn’t I kill you? I said: You killed me . . . and I forgot, like you, to die.
I belong there. I have many memories. I was born as everyone is born.
I have a mother, a house with many windows, brothers, friends, and a prison cell
with a chilly window! I have a wave snatched by seagulls, a panorama of my own.
I have a saturated meadow. In the deep horizon of my word, I have a moon,
a bird's sustenance, and an immortal olive tree.
I have lived on the land long before swords turned man into prey.
I belong there. When heaven mourns for her mother, I return heaven to
her mother.
And I cry so that a returning cloud might carry my tears.
To break the rules, I have learned all the words needed for a trial by blood.
I have learned and dismantled all the words in order to draw from them a
single word: Home.
أيــها المـــارون بين الكلمــات العــابرة احملــوا أســماءكم وانصـرفــوا واســحبوا ساعــاتكم من وقتنا ،و انصرفوا وخذوا ما شئتم مــن زرقــة البحر و رمل الذاكرة و خذوا ما شئتم من صــور،كي تعرفوا انكم لن تعرفــوا كيف يبني حجر من ارضنـا ســقف الـسماء
كيفك يا مان بس انا بدي اغلبك في هاي الشعلة بدي منك لو سمحت موقع فيه اغاني فلسطيينة وطنية ويكون في هاد الموقع كودات لاغاني حتى انزلها على الصفحة بتعمل معي معروف اذا بتحكيلي يا صاحبي
يلا انا بستناك سلام
tyre
Lebanon
Greece
Amman
Jordan
Amman
Jordan
Greece
Jordan
ما عندنا خبز ولا وقود.
ما عندنا ماء.. ولا سدود
ما عندنا لحم.. ولا جلود
ما عندنا نقود
كيف تعيشون إذن؟!
نعيش في حب الوطن!
الوطن الماضي الذي يحتله اليهود
والوطن الباقي الذي
يحتله اليهود!
أين تعيشون إذن؟
نعيش خارج الزمن!
الزمن الماضي الذي راح
ولن يعود
والزمن الآتي الذي
ليس له وجود!
فيم بقاؤكم إذن؟
بقاؤنا من أجل أن نعطي التصدي حقنة،
وننعش الصمود لكي يظلا شوكة
في مقلة الحسود
Amman
Jordan
Amman
Jordan
يلا انا بستناك سلام
Amman
Jordan
Amman
Jordan
اوك يا مان
Amman
Jordan
Amman
Jordan
falaaaaaaaaaaaaaaasten for ever
Amman
Jordan
PaLeSTiNe 4 EVER
(palastine) sanfooor kan hona :P :P
Jordan
Amman
Jordan
(palastine) sanfooor kan hona :P :P
Jordan
free palastaine o ya jabal ma ehezk ree7
Amman
Jordan
allah y5aleek ya kbeer
(palastine) sanfooor kan hona :P :P
Jordan
Iraq
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اهلا بكم بكروب نزار قباني
نستقبل كل خواطركم و اشعاركم و مقالاتكم
و نتشرف بأنضمامكم الينا
Amman
Jordan
Amman
Jordan
palestine 4 ever