ضباب لندن يزعج كثيرين، لكنه لا يزعجني، فهو مجرد كائن حالم مثلي .. وأنا مجرد كائن ضبابي مثله.

داخل الضباب، راقصت الأشجار، وتركت فستاني ينساح وينسال عني، بعد أن علق بأحد الغصون، وتركت جسدي يسقى بالمياه .. سيحاً .. ناعماً .. شفوفاً .. كان يغازلني بطراوته الرذاذ.

أحبه، أحب المطر بكل تقلباته، بكل شخصياته .. بنعومته، بدفئه، بغيثه، بهطوله، برعده ..أسافر عبر الأمطار، عارية الجسد، عارية الروح، أحاول التناغم مع موسيقى كياني.

في تلك اللحظة فهمت لماذا كنا عراة في الفردوس. فلا شئ في الكون يشبه مباشرة الجسد، ولمس الروح .. وعندما طردنا من الجنة، كان أكبر عقاب لنا، ملابس نرتديها.

فدوى

I do so much in my life, yet it is as if I have done nothing at all.  It is only in my car, on the way to his house, that I truly understand why I was born. Only when I am in his arms it is as though nothing else had happened before. Yet it is precisely at the moment when I feel the most joy, I also feel the most pain, for I know that this, too, shall end. I will go back to the nothing that is my life before and after each meeting. I will go back to the place which at moment I do not acknowledge to have existed. I will return to being just a character in the pages of a just another book, waiting to be released once again when he picks up the book, opens its pages, and lets his imagination weave into mine.  

How did I reach this state, I do not know. How is it that everything I do ends up being simply something to fill my time between our meetings? The more elaborate, the more ambitious these things are that I do, the more they are an expression of desperation, of longing, of yearning .. an admission that simple tasks, simple accomplishments can no longer fill the void of our separation.

Fadwa

Carl Ally, an advertising legend, offered this insight: The creative person wants to be a know-it-all. He wants to know about all kinds of things—ancient history, nineteenth century mathematics, current manufacturing techniques, hog futures. Because he never knows when these ideas might come together to form a new idea. It may happen six minutes later, or six months, or six years. But he has faith that it will happen.

في مقدّمة للتّونسيّ يوسف رزوقة، الأرجنتينيّة غراسيالاّ مالاغريدا في كتابها عن طيب خاطر
 أنتظر اللّيل لأكتب أغنيّة

Sometimes, maybe most times, I want to tell the whole world about the magic we create. We can only create it when we are together. It is not us that create it actually; rather our togetherness ignites our surroundings, changing everything like a gentle glowing candle flame in the ocean of what everyone likes to call reality. In one instant, all that was drab & dreary becomes fragrant, fresh, invigorating, awe inspiring. How can you not be addicted to such a feeling? Each time I think there could not possibility be any greater delight I discover, to my even greater delight, that I was so wrong.

Fadwa