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ميدو زهير
“تدوّر وترجع وجع واعتكاف
وتطبع عليك السنين العجاف
وأول ما حُبك يقابلك يسيبك !
وأول ما حُبك يسيبك تخاف
صنعت سجنك م الهوا ودخلته بإرادتك
وإديت حبيبك نفسك، ما سألت فين حطك
وإكمن كله أذاك قررت تعشق ملاك !
يا اللي عشقت الملاك حتى الملاك صدّك”
ميدو زهير

ساره عاشور
“التناسي هذا هو اللعبة المُفضلة للبشر هو ما يُجيدونه حد الكمال عن أي شيء أخر يفعلونه ومن أجله اخترعوا الكذبة الأكبر في تاريخ البشرية "القدرة على النسيان" فأنت لا تنسى حقًا بل تتناسى.”
ساره عاشور

Kazuo Ishiguro
“That was the only time, as I stood there, looking at that strange rubbish, feeling the wind coming across those empty fields, that I started to imagine just a little fantasy thing, because this was Norfolk after all, and it was only a couple of weeks since I’d lost him. I was thinking about the rubbish, the flapping plastic in the branches, the shore-line of odd stuff caught along the fencing, and I half-closed my eyes and imagined this was the spot where everything I'd ever lost since my childhood had washed up, and I was now standing here in front of it, and if I waited long enough, a tiny figure would appear on the horizon across the field, and gradually get larger until I'd see it was Tommy, and he'd wave, maybe even call. The fantasy never got beyond that --I didn't let it-- and though the tears rolled down my face, I wasn't sobbing or out of control. I just waited a bit, then turned back to the car, to drive off to wherever it was I was supposed to be.”
Kazuo Ishiguro, Never Let Me Go

ساره عاشور
“ما نكتبه عنهم مُكرر لأنهم هم هكذا مُكررون بحكاياتهم وعذاباتهم وحتى لحظات ضعفهم وانهيارهم كل شيء بهم لا يخرج عن عدد مُحدد من السيناريوهات المُعدة مُسبقًا وكأن كُلٍ منهم يقف على باب المشهد التالي لحياته ممسكًا للورق بإحكام مُراجعًا كل كلمة مع نفسه مستلهمًا منها ما يجب عليه أن يشعر به ثم يتنفس قليلًا ويضع الورق جانبًا ويذهب ليُردد ما عليه قوله”
ساره عاشور

Gabriel García Márquez
“He recognized her despite the uproar, through his tears of unrepeatable sorrow at dying without her, and he looked at her for the last and final time with eyes more luminous, more grief-stricken, more grateful than she had ever seen them in half a century of a shared life, and he managed to say to her with his last breath: “Only God knows how much I loved you”
Gabriel Garcia Marquez, Love in the Time of Cholera
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