dimanche 26 décembre 2010
Live with me
Ce soir il fait froid dehors, je reste bien au chaud sous ma couette, je mets de la musique pour réchauffer mon cœur et combler le silence... la même chanson que j'écoute depuis un bout de temps, une invitation : live with me.
It don't matter, where you turn
Gonna survive, you live and learn.
I've been thinking about you, baby.
By the light of dawn,
And midnight blue ... day and night ... I've been missing you.
I've been thinking about you, baby.
Almost makes me crazy,
Come and live with me.
Either way, win or lose,
When you're born into trouble,
You live the blues,
I've been thinking about you, baby.
See: it almost makes me crazy.
Child, nothing's right if you ain't here
I'd give all that I have, just to keep you near
I wrote you a letter, and tried to make it clear,
But you just don't believe that I'm sincere.
I've been thinking about you, baby.
(woohoooo hoooo)
Plans and schemes, hopes and fears,
Dreams I've denied for all these years
I, I've been thinking about you, baby
Living with me, wow.
I've been thinking about you, baby
Makes me wanna [hoooo, hoooo, hoooo, hoooo]
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Child, nothing's right, if you ain't here
I'd give all that I have, just to keep you near.
I wrote you a letter, darling, tried to make it clear,
But you just don't believe that I'm sincere.
I've been thinking about you, baby
I want you to live with me, wow
I've been thinking about you, baby
I want you to live with me.
Massive Attack.
samedi 25 décembre 2010
اااااااااه من عنترة
هذه البلاد شقة مفروشة
هـذي البـلاد شـقـةٌ مفـروشـةٌ ، يملكها شخصٌ يسمى عنتره …
يسـكر طوال الليل عنـد بابهـا ، و يجمع الإيجـار من سكـانهـا ..
و يطلب الزواج من نسـوانهـا ، و يطلق النـار على الأشجـار …
و الأطفـال … و العيـون … و الأثـداء …والضفـائر المعطـره ...
هـذي البـلاد كلهـا مزرعـةٌ شخصيـةٌ لعنـتره …
سـماؤهـا .. هواؤهـا … نسـاؤها … حقولهـا المخضوضره …
كل البنايـات – هنـا – يسـكن فيها عـنتره …
كل الشـبابيك عليـها صـورةٌ لعـنتره …
كل الميـادين هنـا ، تحمـل اسـم عــنتره …
عــنترةٌ يقـيم فـي ثيـابنـا … فـي ربطـة الخـبز …
و فـي زجـاجـة الكولا ، و فـي أحـلامنـا المحتضـره ...
مـدينـةٌ مهـجورةٌ مهجـره …
لم يبق – فيها – فأرةٌ ، أو نملـةٌ ، أو جدولٌ ، أو شـجره …
لاشـيء – فيها – يدهش السـياح إلا الصـورة الرسميـة المقرره ..
للجـنرال عــنتره …
فـي عربـات الخـس ، و البـطيخ …
فــي البـاصـات ، فـي محطـة القطـار ، فـي جمارك المطـار..
فـي طوابـع البريـد ، في ملاعب الفوتبول ، فـي مطاعم البيتزا …
و فـي كل فئـات العمـلة المزوره …
فـي غرفـة الجلوس … فـي الحمـام .. فـي المرحاض ..
فـي ميـلاده السـعيد ، فـي ختـانه المجيـد ..
فـي قصـوره الشـامخـة ، البـاذخـة ، المسـوره …
مـا من جـديدٍ في حيـاة هـذي المـدينـة المسـتعمره …
فحزننـا مكررٌ ، وموتنـا مكررٌ ،ونكهة القهوة في شفاهنـا مكرره …
فمنذ أن ولدنـا ،و نحن محبوسون فـي زجـاجة الثقافة المـدوره …
ومـذ دخلـنا المدرسـه ،و نحن لاندرس إلا سيرةً ذاتيـةً واحـدهً …
تـخبرنـا عـن عضـلات عـنتره …
و مكـرمات عــنتره … و معجزات عــنتره …
ولا نرى في كل دور السينما إلا شريطاً عربياً مضجراً يلعب فيه عنتره …
لا شـيء – في إذاعـة الصـباح – نهتـم به …
فـالخـبر الأولــ – فيهـا – خبرٌ عن عــنتره …
و الخـبر الأخـير – فيهـا – خبرٌ عن عــنتره …
لا شـيء – في البرنامج الثـاني – سـوى :
عـزفٌ – عـلى القـانون – من مؤلفـات عــنتره …
و لـوحـةٌ زيتيـةٌ من خـربشــات عــنتره ...
و بـاقـةٌ من أردئ الشـعر بصـوت عـنتره …
هذي بلادٌ يمنح المثقفون – فيها – صوتهم ،لسـيد المثقفين عنتره …
يجملون قـبحه ، يؤرخون عصره ، و ينشرون فكره …
و يقـرعون الطبـل فـي حـروبـه المظـفره …
لا نجـم – في شـاشـة التلفـاز – إلا عــنتره …
بقـده الميـاس ، أو ضحكـته المعبـره …
يـوماً بزي الدوق و الأمير … يـوماً بزي الكادحٍ الفـقير …
يـوماً عـلى طـائرةٍ سـمتيـةٍ .. يوماً على دبابة روسيـةٍ …
يـوماً عـلى مجـنزره …
يـوماً عـلى أضـلاعنـا المكسـره …
لا أحـدٌ يجـرؤ أن يقـول : " لا " ، للجـنرال عــنتره …
لا أحـدٌ يجرؤ أن يسـأل أهل العلم – في المدينة – عن حكم عنتره …
إن الخيارات هنا ، محدودةٌ ،بين دخول السجن ،أو دخول المقبره ..
لا شـيء فـي مدينة المائة و خمسين مليون تابوت سوى …
تلاوة القرآن ، و السرادق الكبير ، و الجنائز المنتظره …
لا شيء ،إلا رجلٌ يبيع - في حقيبةٍ - تذاكر الدخول للقبر ، يدعى عنتره …
عــنترة العبسـي … لا يتركنـا دقيقةً واحدةً …
فـ مرة ، يـأكل من طعامنـا … و مـرةً يشرب من شـرابنـا …
و مرةً يندس فـي فراشـنا … و مـرةً يزورنـا مسـلحاً …
ليقبض الإيجـار عن بلادنـا المسـتأجره
Don't grow old, just grow up
Many people are afraid of growing old.
I’m afraid of growing old and boring.
Many people are afraid of growing old, alone.
I’m afraid of growing old, insane.
Many people are afraid of losing their looks.
I’m afraid of losing my dreams.
Many people are afraid of losing their youth.
I’m afraid of losing my soul.
When you’re 15, 35 seems ancient.
When you’re 35, 15 seems juvenile.
A turnaround in a split second – two decades zoom past and
before you know it, it’s only a mile to the next millennium.
Don’t fear age, it’s a right of person-hood.
Don’t fear death- it’s God’s greatest jest.
Don’t grow old – you don’t have to.
Don’t date because you’re desperate.
Don’t marry because you’re miserable.
Don’t have kids because you think your genes are superior.
Don’t separate because you think it’s fashionable.
Don’t drink because you have troubles.
Don’t gamble because you think winning is inevitable.
Don’t philander because you think you’re irresistible.
Most likely, you’re not.
Don’t associate with people you can’t trust.
Don’t cheat. Don’t lie. Don’t pretend.
Don’t try to buy your way into the kingdom of God.
Don’t dictate because you’re smarter.
Don’t demand because you’re stronger.
Don’t sleep around because you think you’re old enough and know better.
Don’t hurt your kids because loving them is harder.
Don’t sell yourself, your family or your ideals.
Don’t stagnate.
Don’t regress.
Learn a new skill.
Find a new friend.
Start a new career.
Don’t live in the past.
Time can’t bring anything or anyone back.
Don’t put your life on hold for possibly Mr. Right.
Don’t throw you life away on absolutely Mr. Wrong because your biological clock is ticking and you can’t afford to have your eggs harvested before the new millennium.
There’s always a mad rush to something, somewhere – but victory does not always belong to those who finish first.
Sometimes, there is no race to be won, only a price to be paid for some of life’s more hasty decisions.
You can’t always go with the throng who could be wrong.
Sometimes, you have to be alone to be enlightened.
To terminate your loneliness, reach out to the homeless.
To feed your nurturing instincts, care for the needy.
To fulfill your parenting fantasies, get a puppy.
Don’t bring another life into this world for all the wrong reasons.
To keep yourself warm, buy a jacket.
In the long run, it will be less complicated and less costly.
To make yourself happy, pursue your passions and be the best of what you can be.
Simplify your life.
Take away the clutter.
Get rid of destructive elements – abusive friends, nasty habits and dangerous liaisons.
Don’t abandon your responsibilities, but don’t overdose on duty.
Don’t live life recklessly without thought and feeling for your family.
Be true to yourself. Don’t commit when you’re not ready.
Don’t keep others waiting needlessly.
Fall in love – it’s the greatest thing on earth.
But take care and remember, after the fall must come the rise.
Go on that trip. Don’t postpone it.
Say those words. Don’t let the moment pass.
Do what you must even at society’s scorn.
Write poetry. Love deeply. Walk barefoot. Hold hands.
Dance with wild abandon. Cry at the movies.
Take care of yourself.
Don’t wait for someone to take care of you.
You light up your life.
You drive yourself to your destination.
No one completes you – except you.
It is true that life doesn’t get easier with age.
It only gets more challenging.
Don’t be afraid.
Don’t lose your capacity to love.
Pursue your passions.
Live your dreams.
Don’t lose faith in God.
Don’t grow old. Just grow up.
vendredi 17 décembre 2010
jeudi 15 janvier 2009
Once I was a daughter to my father

I also learned who my real friends are, not that many, but priceless. Some stayed by my side, others revealed they weren't such good friends...
One doesn't remain the same after such loss. Life is, indeed, short... and it can end from one minute to the other. I'm learning to say "I love you" more often, to give my love more often to the ones who matter.
In the last year my ambitions have also changed, I want to be happy doing what I do, I want to be the best person I can be, honor the man my father was and everything he taught me.
I learned so much from him, he was a Genuine, Good, Unselfish, Loving Person. A Real Father, Husband, Son, Brother, Friend. A Great Man, with an amazing character , a man of his word. He was so Unique, died young... full of plans, full of life. The world is a sadder place without him.
I'll miss him til the end of my life.
Chained to a Memory
Makes no difference if we two are far apart dear
I could never ever love somebody new
Cause there isn't any room inside my heart dear
While I'm chained to a memory of you
I could never tell another I belong to them
All those whispered words of love would not be true
I could never tell another that I long for them
Cause I'm chained to a memory of you
Maybe time will wear the links away and then dear
They will break and set me free to love a new
But I'll never love someone else again dear
while I'm chained to a memory of you
If the world should end tomorrow I'd be satisfied
Cause you're gone and there is nothing I can do
All my dreams and precious hopes of yesterday have died
Yet I'm chained to a memory of you
lundi 12 janvier 2009
Sometimes all I need is ...
