“منفىً هو العالم الخارجيُّ
ومنفىً هو العالم الداخليُّ
من أَنت بينهما؟
لا أُعرِّفُ نفسي تماماً
لئلاّ أُضيِّعها. و أَنا ما أَنا
وأنا آخري في ثُنَائيّةٍ
تتناغم بين الكلام وبين الإشارةْ.
ولو كنت أكتب شعراً لقلت:
أنا اثنان في واحد
كجناحَيْ سُنُونُوّةٍ ,
إن تأخَّر فَصْلُ الربيع”
― كزهر اللوز أو أبعد
ومنفىً هو العالم الداخليُّ
من أَنت بينهما؟
لا أُعرِّفُ نفسي تماماً
لئلاّ أُضيِّعها. و أَنا ما أَنا
وأنا آخري في ثُنَائيّةٍ
تتناغم بين الكلام وبين الإشارةْ.
ولو كنت أكتب شعراً لقلت:
أنا اثنان في واحد
كجناحَيْ سُنُونُوّةٍ ,
إن تأخَّر فَصْلُ الربيع”
― كزهر اللوز أو أبعد
“الليلُ يسألُ مَن أنا
أنا سرُّهُ القلقُ العميقُ الأسودُ
أنا صمتُهُ المتمرِّدُ
قنّعتُ كنهي بالسكونْ
ولففتُ قلبي بالظنونْ
وبقيتُ ساهمةً هنا
أرنو وتسألني القرونْ
أنا من أكون ؟
الريحُ تسألُ مَنْ أنا
أنا روحُهَا الحيرانُ
أنكرني الزمانْ
أنا مثلها في لا مكان
نبقى نسيرُ ولا انتهاءْ
نبقى نمرُّ ولا بقاءْ
فإذا بلغنا المُنْحَنَى
خلناهُ خاتمةَ الشقاءْ
فإذا فضاءْ !
والدهرُ يسألُ مَنْ أنا
أنا مثله جبارةٌ
أطوي عُصورْ
وأعودُ أمنحُها النشورْ
أنا أخلقُ الماضيْ البعيدْ
من فتنةِ الأملِ الرغيدْ
وأعودُ أدفنُهُ
أنا
لأصوغَ لي أمساً جديدْ
غَدُهُ جليد
والذاتُ تسألُ مَنْ أنا
أنا مثلها حيرَى أحدّقُ في الظلام
لا شيءَ يمنحُني السلامْ
أبقى أسائلُ والجوابْ
سيظَلّ يحجُبُه سرابْ
وأظلّ أحسبُهُ دَنَا
فإذا وصلتُ إليه ذابْ
وخبا وغابْ”
―
أنا سرُّهُ القلقُ العميقُ الأسودُ
أنا صمتُهُ المتمرِّدُ
قنّعتُ كنهي بالسكونْ
ولففتُ قلبي بالظنونْ
وبقيتُ ساهمةً هنا
أرنو وتسألني القرونْ
أنا من أكون ؟
الريحُ تسألُ مَنْ أنا
أنا روحُهَا الحيرانُ
أنكرني الزمانْ
أنا مثلها في لا مكان
نبقى نسيرُ ولا انتهاءْ
نبقى نمرُّ ولا بقاءْ
فإذا بلغنا المُنْحَنَى
خلناهُ خاتمةَ الشقاءْ
فإذا فضاءْ !
والدهرُ يسألُ مَنْ أنا
أنا مثله جبارةٌ
أطوي عُصورْ
وأعودُ أمنحُها النشورْ
أنا أخلقُ الماضيْ البعيدْ
من فتنةِ الأملِ الرغيدْ
وأعودُ أدفنُهُ
أنا
لأصوغَ لي أمساً جديدْ
غَدُهُ جليد
والذاتُ تسألُ مَنْ أنا
أنا مثلها حيرَى أحدّقُ في الظلام
لا شيءَ يمنحُني السلامْ
أبقى أسائلُ والجوابْ
سيظَلّ يحجُبُه سرابْ
وأظلّ أحسبُهُ دَنَا
فإذا وصلتُ إليه ذابْ
وخبا وغابْ”
―
“Blue jeans, white shirt
Walked into the room you know you made my eyes burn
It was like, James Dean, for sure
You're so fresh to death and sick as ca-cancer
You were sorta punk rock, I grew up on hip hop
But you fit me better than my favourite sweater, and I know
That love is mean, and love hurts
But I still remember that day we met in december, oh baby!
I will love you 'til the end of time
I would wait a million years
Promise you'll remember that you're mine
Baby can you see through the tears
Love you more
Than those bitches before
Say you'll remember, oh baby, say you'll remember
I will love you 'til the end of time
Big dreams, gangster
Said you had to leave to start your life over
I was like, “No please, stay here,
We don't need no money we can make it all work,”
But he headed out on sunday, said he'd come home monday
I stayed up waitin', anticipatin', and pacin'
But he was chasing paper
"Caught up in the game" ‒ that was the last I heard
I will love you 'til the end of time
I would wait a million years
Promise you'll remember that you're mine
Baby can you see through the tears
Love you more
Than those bitches before
Say you'll remember, oh baby, say you'll remember
I will love you 'til the end of time
You went out every night
And baby that's alright
I told you that no matter what you did I'd be by your side
Cause Imma ride or die
Whether you fail or fly
Well shit at least you tried.
But when you walked out that door, a piece of me died
I told you I wanted more-but that's not what I had in mind
I just want it like before
We were dancing all night
Then they took you away-stole you out of my life
You just need to remember....
I will love you 'til the end of time
I would wait a million years
Promise you'll remember that you're mine
Baby can you see through the tears
Love you more
Than those bitches before
Say you'll remember, oh baby, say you'll remember
I will love you 'til the end of time”
―
Walked into the room you know you made my eyes burn
It was like, James Dean, for sure
You're so fresh to death and sick as ca-cancer
You were sorta punk rock, I grew up on hip hop
But you fit me better than my favourite sweater, and I know
That love is mean, and love hurts
But I still remember that day we met in december, oh baby!
I will love you 'til the end of time
I would wait a million years
Promise you'll remember that you're mine
Baby can you see through the tears
Love you more
Than those bitches before
Say you'll remember, oh baby, say you'll remember
I will love you 'til the end of time
Big dreams, gangster
Said you had to leave to start your life over
I was like, “No please, stay here,
We don't need no money we can make it all work,”
But he headed out on sunday, said he'd come home monday
I stayed up waitin', anticipatin', and pacin'
But he was chasing paper
"Caught up in the game" ‒ that was the last I heard
I will love you 'til the end of time
I would wait a million years
Promise you'll remember that you're mine
Baby can you see through the tears
Love you more
Than those bitches before
Say you'll remember, oh baby, say you'll remember
I will love you 'til the end of time
You went out every night
And baby that's alright
I told you that no matter what you did I'd be by your side
Cause Imma ride or die
Whether you fail or fly
Well shit at least you tried.
But when you walked out that door, a piece of me died
I told you I wanted more-but that's not what I had in mind
I just want it like before
We were dancing all night
Then they took you away-stole you out of my life
You just need to remember....
I will love you 'til the end of time
I would wait a million years
Promise you'll remember that you're mine
Baby can you see through the tears
Love you more
Than those bitches before
Say you'll remember, oh baby, say you'll remember
I will love you 'til the end of time”
―
“قد كنت في يوم بريء الوجه
زار الخوف قلبي فانتحر
وحدائقي الخضراء ما عادت تغني
مثلما كانت ...
وصوتي كان في يوم عنيدا وانكسر”
― مختارات من شعر فاروق جويدة: قصائد حب
زار الخوف قلبي فانتحر
وحدائقي الخضراء ما عادت تغني
مثلما كانت ...
وصوتي كان في يوم عنيدا وانكسر”
― مختارات من شعر فاروق جويدة: قصائد حب
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