Don't come close keep looking keep track the vainness vanishes by touch What a scarf to collect the stars upon with worries and worries to be seen or smelled I got a date under a scarf could the imagination be a resident and haven Fairouz - Shal
The viola player and I wither next to her. I spoke in black, she diluted me with the water of the river and mixed it with blonde, it worked. she undid her braid and lay down like a castle over the mountains.
She spoke in black despite her reluctance, I told her she was beautiful but didn’t say it out loud. she wanted to go.
I didn’t know what to say, she saw it and maybe it dulled the buds of eroticism in her, maybe she was bored like cats after a hunt.
She asked again, she probably didn’t know why herself or didn’t want to hear whinnying. but she left a dream behind and I freed myself with it. I wanted to see her again but she knew when to leave. she freed me knowingly or unknowingly and for that I give her this metaphor. At first I was unsure whether I should give it to her, I hid her behind the hair of another woman, Josephine has blond hair, when she unfolds it the river envies her and imitates her. I drew this as a sketch and it will stay that way, she understood when to go and I understand that a painting like this is not feasible.
This isn’t a story about how I got lost in love, it’s about a sister I never knew and never will, who lost her brother because he wasn’t born. I wish her a home and an end to her flight, the refugee can feel his siblings.
If you take a closer look, you will see the modification of her hair, the dark area on her back refers to the original sketch.
How difficult it is to fall in love with a woman who has no address Nizar Qabbani - Qari'at Al-Fjanjan