What if there were no tomorrow,
And our eyes would never lock,
And I never got to hug you,
No more flights left to book,
Have I not known this before?
Have I not almost lost?
All the promises that we give
Excuses not to live
Then we sail far away.
Chasing ports we cannot dock.
All we do is stall the call
But we can’t stop the clock
You, Love!
Inside the walls you’ve built,
So tight,
Impermeably sealed.
Occasionally,
you climb to take fleeting peeks at those without,
then retreat,
far and deep.
A dance: now seen, now concealed,
now claiming a heart, or two, in your sweep,
Only to abandon, unfulfilled, and unhealed.
You withdraw, timid and untouched,
into a realm where light pervades yet smothers.
What purpose do you serve, Love?
If your flame lights no path?
It merely consumes your essence, entirely.
I thought I saw you the other day.
It took me a few seconds to remember that you are no more among us. Reincarnation?
Or probably in some other dimension? Shining your timid smile in another universe. While slightly tilting your head.
Ahh, your smile, your weapon, your fishing net, a gatherer of obsessed hearts.
Yet, you departed. With this exquisite collection of trophies
Leaving a multitude of men:
Incapable of love
Her fragrance of oud, a match for her majestic elegance
But her lower eyelid, beautifully lined with kohl, like a dam holding back her tears,
on the verge of overflow,
Her radiant smile remained intact, in denial
“Have you seen one smile and cry?” she asked
That smile, though weakened by her tears, still radiated a light that outshone the sun’s rays on today’s noon
Her irises, colored like the northern lights, floated above a river of tears
I felt her pain, but never could I understand
Love and despair, an unfair pair
I knew she struggled, burdened with care
I wished to ease her pain and take it away
But all I could do was fly
P.S.: this poem was improved using ChatGPT. Neat, no?
In an early Saturday hour, it was just me and the cobblestones,
an empty old town.
One lonely goose in the river.
It is the farmers’ market today.
I bought tulips from the oldest woman.
I smelled them. I smiled. I quivered.
It was then, I thought of you.
I knew we won’t be two,
if you never show up,
if you keep on hiding in the future.
In case, we don’t fall in love forever,
and our hearts of petals keep on flying apart,
blown everywhere by the indecisive winds,
I will love the thought of you.
And while waiting for eternity,
let kindness prevail,
in our fragmented stories:
unique and unmatched
they pave our paths,
like Cobblestones!
It is probably the way she shines..
Or the way I feel she’s mine..
The little shrug with one shoulder..
Or her smile..
At the sunflowers field..
Is it the bravery with which she sees the world?
Or her kindness..
And her muffins..
I felt her joy when she told me about the stars..
Where she belongs..
I wonder, how often can I fall in love?
One more time..
From the beginning..
Blow away the dust over your heart..
And be brave..
Surrender to her beautiful moments..
Drop the calculations..
There are no maps for love..
nor destinations..
Pack for the journey..
Get rid of expectations..
and your nihilism..
and sail!
Shut down the world..
and sit here with me..
Only one candle..
One cup of tea..
Tell me all..
I am here to hear..
both your hope..
and biggest fear..
Take a sip..
then tell me more..
Start from the surface..
walk me to the core..
Spare no word..
I want to hear it all..
The day you hugged the world..
The day you let it fall..
Take another sip..
let me smell your hair..
let me see your smile..
revolt against the tear..
One last sip..
Have you finished your tea?
Put out the candle..
and make a wish to be..
For all our sorrows..
and all of our pain..
are lessons to remember..
and wisdom to obtain..
On a day before today..
Early june or late in Mai..
I was walking on the way..
Where the angels used to stay..
She was there walking with me..
Many smiles in her pocket,
and a poem in her wallet,
and a lot of things to say..
Full of joy I saw her soul..
Walking, talking also joking..
Laughing louder than I do..
Curly curls in her hair..
Lovely earrings in her ear..
In her eyes there was a flare..
All the time I had to stare..
Then we wandered in the town..
Walking up and walking down..
Having many things to share..
Saying words to tell we care..
Then she pointed at the crowd..
People sitting in the garden..
Having fun and being loud..
“Wonder, how it is to be..
like the people that I see..
lame and boring little lives..
unlike you and unlike me..”
Well, of course my dear to-be..
We are pearls inside the sea..
Take my hands and walk with me..
Let’s go far let’s be free..
At this moment when we looked..
Both the hands and eyes are locked..
All the movements came to slow..
Scented breeze began to flow..
Lovely music in the show..
Just one thing I had to do..
Kiss those lips the way I know..
Cazzo, man, I didn’t dare!
I just met her only once…
working in Cafe de France…
We were there by happy chance..
Eggs and juice and milch-kafe..
With the boys I was in there..
But my eyes were just with her..
When she moved they moved along..
like that game of ping and pong..
From the back to the forth..
From the front to the rear..
When she came over to talk..
When she had to disappear..
Any word she had to say..
Any look she gave away..
Little hearts were in my eyes..
Oh my boy she made my day..
Had the meal and had the drinks…
DJ ate his many eggs..
It was time for us to leave..
All I wanted was to stay..
Roam around.. roam around..
In the city with the crowd..
Loved the scenes and loved the sound..
But my mind was away..
I did that work of CIA..
I got her name in half a day..
I hate to text! What should I say?
I wrote “hello” and had to pray!
Did she write me?
Yes indeed!
Wrote the things I hate to read..
That I need to stay away..
‘cause she had a Fiancé!
Oh boy!
Chicago is nice! One of the cities I could imagine living in. San Francisco, Berlin, Munich, Barcelona and London are my list of favorite cities. Rome is the closest city to my heart but I don’t know if I can live there.
Big cities offer an overwhelming amount of options. Want to eat out? You can go to different places and eat different dishes everyday till you die and still won’t cover all of Chicago for example. Chicago has more than 7000 restaurants. Would take you 20 years to try everyday a new restaurant. One must grow a certain inner peace with “missing out” and accepting that in this life, you don’t get everything. Probably this makes us different. The number of choices produce a huge number of possible combinations. This makes each of us has a unique story of different combinations.
I started by going out for breakfast in a really nice place. Kanela breakfast club. Accompanied by my current read “Zero to One” which is recommended to me by my friend Ahmed Hisham. The book is written by Paypal co-founder Peter Thiel and is directed to Startup founders, entrepreneurs if I spelled it correctly 😀
Today I stopped at one paragraph that described something I recognized in myself.
The highlight of my day was meeting Imma. A Catalan friend of mine we met in Istanbul in 2009. She also visited me in Cairo a year later and since then we are in touch. Imma and I agreed to watch the African Cup final together in Cairo Kebab! Egypt lost to Cameron but I won the company of Imma and catching up 7 years of life changes and personal developments. The two persons that met 7 years ago are very different ☺. I enjoy these encounters. They remind you of who you were through eyes of life witnesses and make you feel lucky to have a significant connection with good friends that does not shake with the years.
We planed to watch the superbowl together that afternoon. I lost my way at the beginning and then felt like going back to my accommodation. After resting a bit, I went to the cinema around the block to watch a nice movie “Lion”. Although I slept 10 min at the beginning (I guess I am still jet lagged. Jetlagged. Jellagd. :P), I found it very touching.
Tomorrow I have no plans. Probably some art museums and long walks. I really like this city!
