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يطلقنى حبك من فراشي الخامد وموتي اليومي.. يقطع سلاسلي اللامرئية التي تربطني إلى اسم اليوم والساعة والشهر وإلى الجدران الرتيبة وزعيق مذياع الجيران وصراخ باعة الصحف بأسماء متكررة والزجاج الصيفي اللزج… * * * يحررني حبك من ا…

Paulo Coelho Two boys used to go to school together. One of them had a bad habit of stealing the chocolates from his friend’s bag. One day he felt guilty about what he was doing… So he wrote a letter as he didn’t have the courage to confess directly. “I have been stealing your chocolates… I’m sorry for that…’ The other friend smiled reading it, and sent a letter back: “Don�…

Do not ask me, the name of my love I fear for you, from the fragrance of perfume contained in a bottle, if you smashed it, drowning you, in spilled scent *** By God, if you even croaked a letter, Lilacs would pile up on the paths *** Do not look for it here in my chest I have left it to run with the sunset *** You can see it in the laughter of doves In the flutter of butterflies In th…