Fadi Abu-Deeb
/ GreyThoughts.Info… not sure why, that night, I insisted on taking you to that small bistro on the pier of the stormy bay at the town’s northern edge. It was closed, as was customary on such evenings, but I asked George, who lived next door, to open it for…
By Fadi Abu-Deeb
…in the village house,
in the heart of green amber and fierce glimmer,
I climb to him through the olive groves—
in the silver silence between…
By Fadi Abu-Deeb
…hear those undulating chimes
coming from the depth of the forest?
Do you see the village
spell-bound by the music…
By Fadi Abu-Deeb
…wavering glimpses in my head—
The scene of a luminous curve in a valley road
The zest of a new morning in a sunny pavilion
Whispers of promises telling of a coming…
By Fadi Abu-Deeb
Oblomov is the protagonist…
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... the last burst of joy in his life
Running beside the bicycle of his beloved woman
Drenched with nebulous…
By Fadi Abu-Deeb
…have come
From all those humid and warm bazaars
From those home-streets of pricking noise
From the fields of fanaticism that turned…
By Fadi Abu-Deeb