Lialy

“تعلمت أنـه قاسٍ جدا أن يملي عليك عقلك منطقا...يعجز قلبك عن النطق به”
― إسلام حجي, لحظة من فضلك الحياة لا ترجع إلي الخلف

“كم أكره الحروف حين تجتمع .. ولاتنطق أسمك !”
― خالد الباتلي, ليتها تقرأ

“Once upon a time, there was a girl who talked to the moon. And she was mysterious and she was perfect, in that way that girls who talk to moons are. In the house next door, there lived a boy. And the boy watched the girl grow more and more perfect, more and more beautiful with each passing year. He watched her watch the moon. And he began to wonder if the moon would help him unravel the mystery of the beautiful girl. So the boy looked into the sky. But he couldn't concentrate on the moon. He was too distracted by the stars. And it didn't matter how many songs or poems had already been written about them, because whenever he thought about the girl, the stars shone brighter. As if she were the one keeping them illuminated.

One day, the boy had to move away. He couldn't bring the girl with him, so he brought the stars. When he'd look out his window at night, he would start with one. One star. And the boy would make a wish on it, and the wish would be her name.

At the sound of her name, a second star would appear. And then he'd wish her name again, and the stars would double into four. And four became eight, and eight became sixteen, and so on, in the greatest mathematical equation the universe had ever seen. And by the time an hour had passed, the sky would be filled with so many stars that it would wake the neighbors. People wondered who'd turned on the floodlights.

The boy did. By thinking about the girl.”
― Stephanie Perkins, Lola and the Boy Next Door

“وقالت : سوف تنسانى
وتنسى أننى يوماً
وهبتك نبض وجدانى
وتعشق موجة أخرى
و تهجر دفء شطآنى
وتجلس مثلما كنا
لتسمع بعض ألحانى
و لا تعنيك أحزانى
و يسقط كامنى اسمى
و سوف يتوه عنوانى
ترى .. ستقول يا عمرى
بأنك كنت تهوانى ؟!!
فقلت : هواك إيمانى
ومغفرتى وعصيانى
أتيتك والمنى عندى
بقايا بين أحضانى
ربيع مات طائره
على أنقاض بستان
رياح الحزن تعصرنى
وتسخر بين وجدانى
أحبكِ واحة هدأت
عليها كل أحزانى
أحبكِ نسمة تروى
لصمت الناس .. ألحانى
أحبكِ نشوة تسرى
وتشعل نار بركانى
أحبكِ انتِ يا أملاً
كضوء الصبح يلقانى
أماتَ الحب عشاقا
وحبكِ انتِ أحيانى
و لو خيرت فى وطن
لقلت : هواكِ أوطانى
و لو انساكى يا عمرى
حنايا القلب .. تنسانى
إذا ما ضعت فى درب
ففى عينيك .. عنوانى”
― فاروق جويدة, في عينيك عنواني