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Lives in Beirut, Lebanon · Born on April 10, 1985
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A vision of the kitchen floor.
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Let me run my fingers on your backAnd carve my nails into your skinLet me caress you, hold your breathThe trip is longNo rush, no rushLet me tiptoe on the kitchen floorWhere you lie naked and drainedE...
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Sandstorm from within*
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It is snowing sand todaySmall golden flickersSparkling up with every sunrayThat doesn’t reach the groundSand flickers absorb sunraysCreating a new substanceThat has an existence of its ownThey are a...
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Sandstorm
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It is snowing sand todaySmall golden flickersSparkling up with every sunrayThat doesn’t reach the groundSand flickers absorb sunraysCreating a new substanceThat has an existence of its ownThey are a...
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(tran)scent*
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I sent you a morning kissAnd evening has comeWithout a trace of youOr few pale traces …Remaining in my mindFrom a time spent highOn the scent of dawnAnd that of your skinI inhaledAnd the scent was c...
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On a present past.
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There is a tiny noise in my headIt is coming from a long wayIt is dead.It is a collection of recollectionsBits and pieces of a pastAssembled in one spot in my mindBits and pieces of a present pastThat...
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it's almost like a spirit takes hold of such a...
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I am not a feminist. I am a human rights activist though recognizing the autonomy of women and emphasizing their equality with men. I can say I am practically and certainly tolerant to LGBTIQ (L...
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hmmm i don't trust the loneliness. it makes to...
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I am not a feminist. I am a human rights activist though recognizing the autonomy of women and emphasizing their equality with men. I can say I am practically and certainly tolerant to LGBTIQ (L...
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On feelings...unwanted.
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Nothing good will come out of me Until I am able to throw outAll the feelings I have insideI want to see them coming out of my mouthA rainbow of colorsI want to see them splashing on the floor under m...
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Dismantled reflections_on Mauritania*
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On this land Time has no valueEverything moves slowlyEven the grains of sandTransported by the windFrom one dune to anotherOn this landDreams are weirdAnd they get weirder by the dayDreams of mattress...
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As we obsess about making memories Our present bec...
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I am not a feminist. I am a human rights activist though recognizing the autonomy of women and emphasizing their equality with men. I can say I am practically and certainly tolerant to LGBTIQ (L...
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I think the ability to breathe dictates the life t...
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I am not a feminist. I am a human rights activist though recognizing the autonomy of women and emphasizing their equality with men. I can say I am practically and certainly tolerant to LGBTIQ (L...
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Life happens.
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One night you are hereIn the middle of it allThe buzzThe nightThe night lifeThe lightThe crowdsAdrenalineRushEcstasyThe excessive flowOf feelingsRushingPushing down your throatOne night you are hereIn...
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A matter of perspective
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Bangkok skies, Dec 2011...
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Fixation on memory making*
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As we obsess about making memoriesWe forget about living the moment We see significantly important instants of our livesThrough lenses of smart phones and photo camsWe watch life passing byWe want to...
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On a clear perplexity
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You do not have to be hereWhen the lack of your presenceIs not equivalent to your absence You do not have to make promises When every word your lips utterIs an eternal promise carved on my eternal sou...