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وأنصتي إليّ كمن ينصت إلى صوت قطرات المطر
فلا أنت منتبهة ولا أنت شاردة …

eternal sunshine of the spotless mind
no thought of you

To be read with my future children!

My parents named me Sarah , which is a biblical name
In the original story, God told Sarah she could do something impossible

……..
When I met you, in that moment
I’m no longer part of your future
I start quickly becoming part of your past

It doesn’t matter how long we have been kept in cages
It doesn’t matter how strong your gravity is
We were always meant to fly

I’m watching parts of me evaporate like sidewalks water.
This wet grey, this nightmare dew, gone before morning.

She had been married to a man who had never bored
her and these people bored her very much.

She had liked it. She said she loved it. She loved anything that was exciting, that involved a change of scene, where there were new people and where things were pleasant. And he had felt the illusion of returning strength of will to work. Now if this was how it ended, and he knew it was, he must not turn like some snake biting itself because its back was broken.

That’s poetry. I’m full of po-
etry now. Rot and poetry. Rotten poetry.”

“If you have to go away,” she said, “is it absolutely necessary to kill
off everything you leave behind? I mean do you have to take away
everything? Do you have to kill your horse, and your wife and burn
your saddle and your armour?”

“Love is a dunghill,”.

“The marvellous thing is that it’s painless,” he said. “That’s how
you know when it starts.”

Who am I? And how, I wonder, will this story end?

ليس للدور بقية ...

ثمة عدة أماكن يمكن أن يتوه فيها المرء، لكن لا يوجد مكان أكثر تعقيداً من مكتبة. بل إن الكتاب الواحد يمكن أن يمثل مكاناً نضيع فيه و نتوه.

وضع الكونت كأسه على الطاولة وهز رأسه.
"لا شك أن هناك قدراً من الغواية في فكرة البدء من جديد، لكن كيف أتخلى عن الديار، عن أختي، عن سنوات دراستي؟ كيف أتخلى عن ذكرياتي هذه؟