You have the face of a man who gently caresses field flowers and dandelions. And a smile that is like a dagger, cutting the sun in halves.

It was the moment I heard your laughter. The moment I heard us laughing, two cascades in the middle of a desert, careless and uninhibited.

When the wind blows in your face,when you feel you are losing your head,when the going gets tough,and when all else fails,look inside you,you are not alone.

You have the body of a god and the smile of a demon. I walk towards you, barefoot, a believer walking a religious path. I wrap my arms around your neck, a priest hugging his crucifix. I offer you my all. Burn me like incense. Let's make all the church bells in hell ring just for us.

We've never crossed paths before. I've never seen you walking down the street. I don't know the first thing there is to know about you. And the lines of my palm do not reveal nor disclose any untold secrets.Yet, here I am, holding the door as I whisper in your ear:"I'll be right across the street when you're done, my child.

رجلٌ في خريف العمرشعره رماديّ وأشعثكحياتي...يقفتحت شمسٍ لا تمسّهتحت مطرٍ لا يبلّلهوفي عيونه مئات الغيوممئات الغيومكي يمطر كلمةولا يقولهاداخل نظرته التي تلوح للحزنكباب مخلوعترقد حياتي.

اكتب لي قصيدة الطير الذي كان يخشى الطيرانوالغصن المحبّ الذي لم ينفك يردّد له بصمتٍ:لا تتأخر بالمكوث هنا يا ولدي...

No one made sense of the love they shared. They didn't get the hang of it either. But together, the clocks of winter stopped.. And autumn's fallen leaves turned, swiftly, scarlet.

Relationships are like walls painted off-white and every time you’ll hurt me, it will be like resting dirty shoes on them, like bashing holes in the walls, one after the other. And then there will come a day, where the walls will be filled with so many holes, that there wouldn’t be any place left for you to place the tiniest kiss. Only then will I walk away for good.