Stitches |
                                      |in a ripped
   seam of |
                               |a mask.
     Needle|
                                     |and thread
    holding|
                                 |together
          false|
                                |feeli­ngs
            of a|
                               |broken
demeanor|
                   |.

Will you be there,
At my last moment of life,
When I breathe out my last breath of love.

Will you kneel beside me,
For I will die in your embrace,
Where my flowers bloom one last time for you.

Sweet child, please do not weep,
For when you run out of words,
It is when I - when I run out of love.

يمكن بكرا، نرجع نلتقي بمقهى، بمكان مجهول، عِلماً إنّك ما بتشرب قهوة
و إنت رح تكون تحرَّرت و أنا رح كون صرت مرأة
و رح تجي تقعد معي عالطاولة، لابس قميصك القطن الأبيض و حاطِط العقد الأزرق اللي اشتريتو من هَيديك الحفلة و ريحتك عم تِتعَبّى بقهوتي

"اشتقتلّك"

و من هون قصّتنا رح تكمّل



Maybe one day, we'll meet again at a coffee place, somewhere not familiar to us, knowing that you don't drink coffee
You will be free and I'll be a grown woman
And you'll approach me and sit with me on the table, wearing that white linen shirt of yours, that blue necklace you once got from a party and your smell will fill my coffee

"I miss you"

Only then will our story resume



لين اا -
- LynnAA