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Lynn Al-Abiad Feb 2016
I didn't get the chance to count the freckles that hid on your cheeks under the darkness of the night that lit your face on the run.



- LynnAA
Because we all want the things we can't have.

25/2/2016
Lynn Al-Abiad Dec 2016
"Every time I taste your Masala tea, it is always a bit too bitter! How many spoons of it do you put in the kettle?"

Tonight I'm drinking it light with a teaspoon full of honey.
Cheers to us.



- LynnAA
Nothing but a smile :)

20/12/2016
Lynn Al-Abiad Oct 2017
I am all that is around me.



- LynnAA
18/10/2017
Lynn Al-Abiad Dec 2014
Turn around, tender beauty
The dawn is calling for you
Take off your black Flamenco dress
And look at the sun
While its first rays touch your frail body
Burning all traces of him
Every soft touch
Every wild kiss
Every inaudible love word
Burning him to ashes, tender beauty.
To ashes.




-LynnAA
Turn around, tender beauty
Don't let him see your big hazel eyes
Getting prettier as tears wash them up.

6/12/2014
Lynn Al-Abiad Apr 2017
It is heartwarming, being aware of all the stones, knowing they are getting heavy in your becoming-frail hands.
They are stones, no matter how beautiful they are and I carried them for a long while. But I have decided to let them down, one by one, until my hands soften, until my hands are again empty to welcome lightness, to welcome a soft cheek, soft hair, thick eyebrows. To draw the edges of lips, a jawline, an earlobe. To hold a nape, a chest and hands that, I believe, fit into mine.
They will become so light that I'll be able to close all the buttons on the back of my dress.



- LynnAA
улыбaйся

25/4/2017
Lynn Al-Abiad May 2017
You and I are bigger than my madness
We are more important than the should have's and should have not's
We are more important than my choosing to leave
We are more important than your silence
We are bigger than our own selves
We are a mistake
We are a reason
We are a reaction
We are an eruption
We are chaos created by order
We are a once in a lifetime
We are memories
We are lessons
You and I together, are nothing
You and I together, are everything
Today, no matter what we do, my soul and yours have marked their meeting in the history of the universe.



- LynnAA
Things I should accept.

15-16/05/2017
Lynn Al-Abiad Feb 2015
I walked in our house
And for the first time
In my entire life
Did I hear her whistle.

I stood there.
Listening.
And pictures of my boyhood
Reminisced in my head.
And I heard myself whistling.
I heard my 9 year old self
Whistling his way
To silence.

I remember the rain
And the door slightly open
Inviting me in
Leading my childhood
To its verge.

I remember them.
A Man and a Woman.
His flesh on her flesh.
Her lips on his neck.
His fingers on her thigh.
Her leg around his waist.

And I remember my mouth
Rounded with silence
As if they stole my whistle
To make out of it
Their melody.

And I never whistled again.

And she stood there
Smiling
Silent
As if my childhood memory
Had silenced her too.
She was beautiful
In her light yellow sundress
Barefoot
She looked even more beautiful
When she approached me
And touched my neck
To move my shirt aside.

She started to whistle again
Leaving little kisses
On my neck
Like little birds
Not caught but visiting - me
And bringing me back
The 9 year old boy
That I was.




-LynnAA
Inspired by Mary Oliver's, The Whistler
14/2/2015
Lynn Al-Abiad Jun 2017
An ode
An ode to a girl,
Who fought, who broke, who lit fires, who went on
Who embraced old and new
Fear and courage
Mind and heart
Love and the lack of it
Forgiveness and kindness
An ode to a girl who wanted to discover the world
Who was contained in boxes and shapes
But she was curious
Her hands weren't hers
Her eyes weren't hers
Her hair, her nostrils, her lungs, her *******
Her mind wasn't hers
Her feelings weren't hers
Even her heart wasn't hers
What could be hers?
What can she be with all that she doesn't have?
She had to know
She had to be
So she left to where she only knows
She broke her box with all that she doesn't have to find what she can have
This is an ode
An ode to girl
Who went for the search of herself and haven't come back yet
This is an ode, a music, a chant
To follow that ******* her journey and be her tune until she comes back unrecognisable but true to herself



- LynnAA
This is a thank you
Inspired by /M

24/06/2017
Lynn Al-Abiad Oct 2017
A presence can be so strong that when it goes you don't feel its absence.



- LynnAA



I love you
I miss you
Another form of denial.

28/09/2017
Lynn Al-Abiad Oct 2017
People die
But we carry on with our habits
We still sip 2 cups of turkish coffee 3 times a day
We still reunite around Sunday's meal
We still clean the dishes right after lunch
We still try to close our eyes and sleep
We still take cabs to get to our jobs
We still make little jokes here and there
We still drink hot cocoa in the morning and tea at night
We still sleep in our underwear
We still hug our biggest pillow in bed
We still wear the same perfume
We still nag about going to work
We still take naps
We still carry a notebook everywhere we go
Almost everything goes back to being the same
But there is this little something inside us, not a scar not sadness nor grief nor anger nor denial, but something that has twisted and changed, something that has cried and learned, something that can move a heavier mountain now, something that keeps us going with who we are.
Something like a storm, that destroys all the frail roads and all the frail apartments - a strong hurricane with all the winter's rain that blows away your clothes and makeup and washes you clean again.



- LynnAA

I miss you
I love you
Thank you
Visit me more often in my shower. I need to feel you. I have so much more to tell you.

01/10/2017
Lynn Al-Abiad Oct 2017
Only then did I know that she could have been the one holding my secrets, that she could have helped me or at least listened - knowing that she didn't need any more secrets for her cancer to feed on.



- LynnAA
Even if I didn't write it down,
I miss you
I love you

06/10/2017
Lynn Al-Abiad Oct 2017
Sometimes I wish I can miss her more than I do.



- LynnAA
Only to feel her more. Only to feel all the love I didn't show her.

I miss you
I love you

06/10/2017
Lynn Al-Abiad Dec 2016
My mind is stimulating presence in me knowing that absence is present.
Stay absent.
Your absence should be present for your presence is absent.



- LynnAA
4/12/2016
Lynn Al-Abiad Aug 2016
Dessine moi des souvenirs biasés.
Je ne serai jamais capable de témoigner un coucher de soleil avec toi, car c'est en ce moment même que le jolie papillon aux ailes pointillés vient se poser sur mes yeux pour m'aveugler.

Les étoiles scintillent.
La lune s'élargit pour se rapetisser.
Les nuages tracent des formes dans l'obscurité.
Et tout est beau.
Toi. Moi. Et le papillon.
Le noir m'appartient.
Le papillon le crée et toi tu en fais partie.

--------------------

Draw me biased memories.
I will never be able to witness a sunset with you, because it is at this moment that the beautiful dotted winged butterfly comes to blind my eyes.

The stars sparkle.
The moon expands to shrink again.
The clouds draw shapes in the dark.
And everything is beautiful.
You. I. And the butterfly.
The dark belongs to me.
The butterfly created it and you are a part of it.



- LynnAA
La date du poeme n'existe pas.
The date of this poem has been lost.

-/-/-
Lynn Al-Abiad Jan 2015
Inhale your cigarette
Exhale its smoke
Take a sip of your American coffee
And lay on your back
Wait for me to lay on your chest
Then call for me to lay on your chest
I whisper words of love coated with passivity
Into your spiderweb-made ear
And you smile for you have heard nothing
I find the courage to play with your beard
And your leg finds its way in between mine
And I mistakenly caress you excessively
But intentionally leave my trace on you
And I breathe one last time on your neck
As you are reaching for your now cold American coffee
And the smoke of your precious cigarette
Builds a wall between us
That reminded me of what I am to you




-LynnAA
Pink Floyd - Wish  You Were Here
13/1/2015
Lynn Al-Abiad Aug 2016
I am the little girl of the sea and every summer it calls for me and every summer I fail to visit its shore.
This year I wanted to go with him, I wanted the sea to meet him, to meet us, and to take us into its folds for it to remind me that there will come the summers where I won't be standing with him at its shores.
But he already goes to visit the sea without me.



- LynnAA
Late night ugly silence.

7/7/2016
Lynn Al-Abiad Mar 2017
Nostalgia.
I knew the word but I never thought of using it before someone actually knew that that's what I was feeling.
This urge to run away from everything only to attend what I love to do the most.
I said,
"It's as if, in my past life, I was a dancer who has danced on stages around the world. I give myself to my body. It's more than love, more than adoration, more than passion."
"It's nostalgia." she said.
I was struck.
Yes. It feels as if I never stopped dancing. It feels as if it's the only thing I know how to do ever so naturally.
I sleep knowing tomorrow I'll dance.
I dream about the dancer I have yet to become.
I wake up thinking how to dance throughout the day.
It's not about The Nutcracker and the Sugar Plum Fairy, nor the last dance of the Dying Swan in the Swan Lake, nor about Giselle and its romanticism.
It's about Clara's courage that saves The Nutcracker, and how the Dying Swan feels pain in her broken wings and how true love saves the man Giselle loved from death.

I've always told myself that at the end of the day you only have yourself, but now I've came to realize that I've forever slept with an immense love in my heart - the dance world, a world that has found me decades ago and left in me a nostalgia, a longing, an approach to how amorously  I can embrace myself.



- LynnAA
Dance on and on and on.
Obsession saine.

7/3/2017
Lynn Al-Abiad Feb 2015
he
tenderly
raised her dress
off her thighs
and his lips
met the inside
of her imperfection




-LynnAA
"In my imagination, you're waiting lying on your side with your hands between your thighs."
505 - Arctic Monkeys

19/2/2015
Lynn Al-Abiad Nov 2014
Vanilla
Books
Music
Light
And you
But you're not along with me
Physically
Yet you wander
In every relish
Every dedication
Every sensual tune
And every captured moment
Of induced euphoria.




-LynnAA
5/11/2014
Inspired by Nader Dagher.
Lynn Al-Abiad May 2017
I unconsciously go there, hoping you'll pass by and you'll recognize me and I'll recognize you
We'll look at each other, lose control of the gear, lose our presence on the road, lose all focus and win a chance for death
But in each others' eyes we have already leapt into death, for you must go on and I must go on, silently
the same way we said goodbye
Because stopping the car and running to hug each other will only lead us to more death
because what comes after death, now that we are already dead?



- LynnAA
Heart seizures to be avoided.
Things you shouldn't know.

13/05/2017
Lynn Al-Abiad Oct 2017
A lot of women were smoking today.



- LynnAA
Notes of an observant pedestrian.
Lynn Al-Abiad May 2017
I stop wearing all of the bracelets that remind me of you
I forget my favourite necklaces and I get accustomed to their absence
I wear a different perfume than the ones you loved
But sometimes I do still wear those bracelets that remind me of her
And I still go near his house whenever I get the chance to
Sometimes I even wear the scarf and the rings
And sometimes I still cry whenever I reach ecstacy
I sometimes still allow my mind to eat me up
Sometimes I let myself be extremely fragile to thoughts of you
And I remember almost everything
And I wear whatever brings me close to you
And I take off whatever I've set myself free from
But we are all susceptible to what was once a drug
We can all fall back into our past
And it's okay
Break down and cry
Yell out loud that you miss him
See his face when you touch yourself
Remember him till his face eats you up, alive
Do that
Do all of that
Then take a deep breath
And remember
At the end of the day, you only have yourself
Take care of your lovely self
Don't destroy yourself
Don't destroy your home



- LynnAA
26/05/2017
Lynn Al-Abiad Oct 2017
There's a thin line between freedom and freedom.
There's a freedom that you abuse and a freedom that you wisely use.



- LynnAA
18/10/2017
Lynn Al-Abiad Mar 2017
It's all a preparation for a blow you are intending on.
I've been sailing on high tides and land is near. Will you break the waves in halves or will you raise them to double their size?
Grow or destroy. That is the game. And you are unpredictable, like a sudden storm in the midst of March.
Unpredictable but Harmless.
Harmless.
Therefore, blow in my face spring's breeze. Let me close my eyes and feel your breath on my eyelashes.
I've forever told you you are beautiful, and you forever will be.



- LynnAA
****. No. Let Live.
Hate. No. Love.
Repress. No. Express.
Forget. No. Remember.

8/3/2017
Lynn Al-Abiad Aug 2017
...
I am a constant battle, but are you willing to fight with me or against me?
...



- LynnAA
Let's step out of bed.

13/08/2017
Lynn Al-Abiad Jun 2017
I kissed the sun and the sun kissed every inch of my naked body.
At that moment I was only swinging, basking between spots of shade, a little mountain breeze and the warm feeling of the sun on my belly
And I realized that right now I am alone with myself, with no one to call me by my name.

A breath of fresh air, a sun setting already and a tear on my face - the day is coming to an end, and I would have to go back where nakedness under the sun is a sin.



- LynnAA
Note To Self / Love Note
Happy.

11/06/2017
Lynn Al-Abiad Jul 2016
I can hear you whispering in my ear, every night before I go to sleep:

"You will always be fond of me.
I represent to you all the sins you never had the courage to commit."

And to that lullaby, my eyes rest.



- LynnAA
When love and hate merge.

The quote is from Oscar Wilde.

27/7/2016
Lynn Al-Abiad May 2015
He had shaved his beard
But his hair was still short

The sun had kissed his skin many times
And had left her mark on him

His eyebrows frowned in a way
It made me want to touch his cheek

Seeing this man
Looking so young
Wanting to be so independent
Made me smile in sadness.




-LynnAA
#6
Clint Mansell - The Last Man

3/5/2015
Lynn Al-Abiad Nov 2016
Tell me you love me one more time
Test me
What will I do?
Will I fall back again?
Will I take the bus to see you?
Will I walk away or come closer?
Will I smile or lower my irises to the ground?
Will I say it back or clear my throat?
Will I make love to you or touch your face fondly?

Endless choices to an endless love
Test me
You'll go to bed holding one more soft memory of me.



- LynnAA
"Yes"

16/11/2016
Lynn Al-Abiad May 2017
Time was sweeping me off my feet
I knew I was never going to touch you again
So I held a war against time
How to ask time to understand me, to slow down, because a whole day wasn't enough in your arms?
You only know the value of a moment when you know that it will die.
I am jealous of my memories
They still hold you, laugh with you, smell you, ride with you, tell you they love you, feel you looking at them
Time was never enough
And maybe it would have never been.



- LynnAA
With time, your face will blur out.
Things you shouldn't know.

13/05/2017
Lynn Al-Abiad Nov 2014
The truth hurt
But he didn't hurt me




-LynnAA
15/11/2014
Lynn Al-Abiad Oct 2015
She smokes in front of me
Knowing that the wind is carrying my hair to the back of my face
Knowing that I despise the smell of cigarettes when it beds in my hair
Knowing that she will leave traces of her breath on my skin



-LynnAA
Probably she doesn't know, but it soothes me to think that she does
1/10/2015
Lynn Al-Abiad Nov 2015
The light is burning your right cheek
Your lips are not smiling
Your hair is medium short
A part of your left eye is showing
And I endlessly look at you
Trying to forget how your skin felt
How your lips read a play for me
How I played with your hair till you fell asleep
And how I looked into your eyes endlessly and smiled
Because my pupil couldn't handle my perception of your beauty

This photo of you is my daily dose
Of getting over you



- LynnAA
I saw the photo. I wrote the poem. You removed the photo.

23/11/2015
Lynn Al-Abiad Oct 2016
I don't miss you.
I crave your presence.
Being with you annihilates dystopias and makes me believe in utopias, for your heart is the kingdom and your embrace is the land and I get lost between being your princess on the throne or a peasant on your fields.
But it wouldn't really matter, I'm in a utopia; and the only way I might encounter a piece of hell is when I'm not inhaling the scent of your neck.



- LynnAA
Love, always.

12/10/2016
Lynn Al-Abiad Jul 2017
بما إنّو هل إيّام صارو معظم النسوان يشتغلو
فتَقَر البلد باللَّتلَتة
فاجتَمَعوا رجال شرطة البلديّة عرَكوَة قهوة
و عبّو هل الفراغ الإجتماعي بقيل و قال
عالرايح و الجايي و الواقف و القاعد
العِلّة مش بالنسوان
"العِلّة بهل الشعب "المضياف



لين اا -
شعب آخر زمن

11/07/2017
Lynn Al-Abiad Oct 2016
ملح البحر نشَّف ع جسمي و طلعت ريحتي خشخاش منقوع بالموج


The sea's salt exciccated upon my skin and now I smell like poppies drenched in waves



لين اا -
- LynnAA
العطور فَتّاكة - Essences are annihilating

22/10/2016
Lynn Al-Abiad Aug 2016
:علقاني بهل معضلة

يا باخد حبّك و بشبع منّو و البسمة ع وجّي
يا بِبعد عن حبّك و بحمي حالي و البسمة ع وجّي

بالحالتين، رح ينتاك قلب مشاعري



I'm stuck in this dilema:

Either I take all the love you can give me, drench myself in it and smile
Or, I refuse all the love you can give me, protect myself from it and smile

Either ways, my heart will be ******



لين اا -
- LynnAA
.إخِرْتْ هل الليل، يا لين
Go to sleep Lynn.
Lynn Al-Abiad Jan 2017
لستُ لك و لستَ لي
فالبحار و الأمواج تَمُد و تَجزُر على شواطىء العالم أجمع



I'm not yours and you're not mine
For the seas and the waves lap all the shores of the world



لين اا -
- LynnAA
7/1/2017
Lynn Al-Abiad Jul 2016
إجا الربيع
الورود بعدها شي إنها شايفي ضو الشمس
و عم بت واسيلي إجرَيّي
و الفراشات ليك وَينون عم بيلعبو
و عم ب حورو و يدورو حوالي إيدينا ت يفلتُوون
و إنت بتروح بتلحقهم
لأنو بالنهاية ما في غير هل فراشات ت يرَجْعوك عل بيت قبل ما تغيب الشمس ب كعب الوادي


It's spring
The flowers are still young
And they would caress my feet
The butterflies are out there playing
And they would come play around our hands to detach them
And you would follow them
Because eventually the butterflies are the ones that would take you home before the sun sets down over the hill



لين اا -
- LynnAA
بقدم لك وردة, عبارة عن رقت قلب
I offer you a flower, a symbol of softness.

5/6/2016
Lynn Al-Abiad Sep 2016
قلبي محروق متل جزع كل شجرة زيتون راح ضحيّة إنسان بلا ضمير و بلا حياة و راح يفتّش ع حياتو بين أوراق شجر برائتها عمرا أكتر من عشرين سنة
دموعي ما قدرت طّفّي النّار اللي ولعت بجذوع شجر حسّت بلمسة إيدي من أنا و عمري سنتين
دموعي ما قدرت تحمي أوراق حميوني من الهبّ بظلهم
دموعي ما قدرت تخلّص جذوع بوعا و بنام عليها كل يوم
دموعي ما قدرت تنقذ حياة أكبر و أبرأ من حياتي

ما بقي محلكن إلا رماد
قلبي نطَمّ معكن
اليوم شقفي من عمري راحت معكن



My heart is burning, like every branch of every Olive tree that was a victim of a human being with no soul and no life, who went to fetch himself a decent life in between leaves which innocence is older than my own existence
My tears couldn't put the fire off branches that felt the touch of my skin since I was 2 years old
My tears couldn't protect leaves that shadowed me from the heat
My tears couldn't save branches I wake up and sleep to
My tears couldn't rescue lives older and wiser than mine

You are nothing but ashes now
My heart is buried with you
Today, a part of my life has been lost with you.



لين اا -
- LynnAA
May you lovely Olive trees rest in peace.

4/9/2016
Lynn Al-Abiad Aug 2016
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
.منّك إلي، منّي إلك و حبنا شقفة منّا بس كمان مش لإلنا
You're not mine, I'm not yours, and our love is a part of us but it isn't ours also.

22-26/8/2016
Lynn Al-Abiad Oct 2016
يمكن البحر ما بدّو يوصل ع الشَّط
و لا بدّو الأمواج تطلَع من المَي
و لا بدّو رَغْوتُه تطبش بالصّخر
و الرّمل يكون قَعْرُه
و لا بدّو زراقُه يعكس لون السما
و الملح يطَعّم مَيْتُه
بس هيدا البحر،  هيدا جماله، هيدي قوته، و هيدا سحره
و أنا بحر
أمواجي مزروعة ورود
رَغْوتي طعمتها فنيليا
لوني أحمر نبيذي
قَعْري رقصة معاصرة
مشاعري شَطّ
قلبي صخرة
و ملحي حلاوة الطّفلة اللي فيّي
و يمكن أنا منّي مطابقة لمواصفات البحر
بس هيدي أنا، هيدا جمالي، هيدي قوتي، و هيدا سحري



Maybe the sea doesn't want to land on a shore
And it doesn't want its waves to grow out of its water
And it doesn't want its foam to disperse on rocks
Nor the sand to be its bottom
And it doesn't want to reflect the colour of the sky
Nor the salt to taste its water
But that's the sea, that's its beauty, that's its power, that's its magic
And I am a sea
My waves are planted with flowers
My foam tastes like vanilla
My colour is wine red
My bottom is a contemporary dance
My feelings are a shore
My heart is a rock
And my salt tastes like the sweetness of the little girl I hold in me
And I might not be easily identifiable with the sea
But that's who I am, that's my beauty, that's my power, that's my magic



لين اا -
- LynnAA
Que la mer nous avale dans l'immensité de sa profondeur.

26/10/2016
Lynn Al-Abiad Feb 2017
مشاعري تخصّني، إبقو بعيداً عن تحليلها لمراعاة صراعاتكم الدّاخليّة



My feelings pertain to me - stay away from analysing them to ease down your own inner warfares.



لين اا -
- LynnAA
و شكراً
And thank you

1/2/2017
Lynn Al-Abiad Mar 2017
رَقَصنا حتّى مَلَّ الليل و سابَ مكنّه للفَجرِ
و مَكَثَ القمر مُختَبئاً في سماء النّهار يتأمَّلنا
فالحبُّ لا يضجر



We danced until the night got weary and left it's place to the dawn
And the moon hid in the daytime sky to watch us
For love never gets onerous



لين اا -
- LynnAA
2/3/2017
Lynn Al-Abiad May 2016
في فراشة بيضاء بتجي كل يوم على شباكي بتفرش جوانحها و بتنطرني انطق اسمه
بتنطرني على وهلة لتحمل اسمه عن شفافي بجوانحها الهزيلة
و جوانحها بتثقل و بتروح لعند الشمس و بتحرق اسمه لتقدر ترجع على ملجأها
و ثاني يوم بترجع ع شباكي مفكرة إنو شي نهار اسمه رح يصير خفّ الريشة و رح تقدر تاخدو معها و ما بقى ترجع لعندي



There's a white butterfly that comes every day at my window, unfolds her wings and waits for me to say his name
It waits for me impatiently to grab his name off my lips on her little wings
And her wings grow heavy thus she goes to the sun and burns his name for her to be able to fly back home
And the next day she comes back at my window, thinking that one day, his name will be light enough for her to be able to carry it on her wings and never have to come back to me



لين اا -
- LynnAA
4/5/2016
Lynn Al-Abiad Nov 2016
دخلَك؟
هل وردة اللّي كنّا حاملينا سوا بنصّ البحر، وَينا؟ شو صار فيها؟
فِلْتِت من إيدَيْنا و عم بجرّب إتذكّر كيف
قَوْلَك ماتت؟ غِرقت؟ أو بَركي فاشت ع سطح المَي و وصلت لحالها ع الشَّط...؟
عم بقول لحالي إنّو بركي ما سَقَيناها مزبوط، أو بركي خلّيْناها  بالشّمس لوقت طويل
زعِلت عليها، كانت جامعِتنا أنا و إنت، و هيّي الوحيدة اللّي خلّصتنا من العواصف، بتتذكّر؟
...كانت لتخلّصنا، تجبرنا نحملها سوا و نضطر نحط إيدينا ببعض
يمكن ميِّة الملح ما لايمتها و تعبت من كِترِت العواصف
و يمكن أصلاً كان البحرعم ب هوج ت يقِلنا إنّو مَيْتو ما بت لايمنا
وهل الوردة فهمت قبلنا و تركتنا نفهم لحالنا
بس يمكن أنا و إنت ما في غير مَيْة البحر بتلايِمنا



You know?
That flower we were holding together in the middle of the sea, where is she? What happened to her?
She got away from our grip and I'm trying to remember how
You think she died? Or drowned? Probably she floated on the surface and landed alone on the shore...?
I'm telling myself that maybe we didn't water her as we should have or maybe we exposed her too much to the sun
It saddens me, she held us together, you and I, she was the only one to save us from the storms, remember?
She used to make us hold her together and intertwine our hands, that's how she saved us...
Perhaps the salted water didn't do her well and perhaps also she got tired of the abundance of the storms
And probably the sea kept on raging with high tides, trying to tell us that we don't belong to its water
And that flower understood before us and left us to realize this on our own
But maybe, nothing fits you and I better than the water of the sea



لين اا -
- LynnAA
بين الموجات (۳) - إذا راحت الوردة، مشّي نزرَع بستان ورود
Folded Waves (3) - If this flower goes away, let's plant a garden full of flowers

27-28/11/2016
Lynn Al-Abiad Jun 2016
بنصف البحر، أنا و إنت فلتو إيدينا
و عِلي الموج و قرّب صوبنا
طلعت رغوة بيضاء خبِّت لون جلدتك
و أوّل موجة وصلت علينا، عِلْيِت لفوق راسنا و وقفت
و ظلها خبّى ملامح وجهك
و بقيو إجرينا فلتانين ب مَيّ حامْيِتنا من حالها


In the middle of the sea, my hands and yours got detached
The tide grew high and came closer to us
The white foam covered the color of your skin
And the first wave that came towards us stopped right above our heads
Its shadow covered the traits of your face
And our feet were left free in a water that saved us from itself



لين ا ا -
- LynnAA
بين الموجات (٢) - عم ببتسملك عطول
Folded Waves (2) - I am always smiling at you

13-15/6/2016
Lynn Al-Abiad May 2017
خدني ع مقهى يونس



لين اا -
إدمان محتمل

24/05/2017
Lynn Al-Abiad Apr 2016
بنصف البحر، أنا و إنت حاملين وردة
و الموج قايم قاعد
و السما صافية
و ريحة الوردة عم ب تمَلّي روايينا
و الموج عم بي جرب ياخد الوردة من بين ايدينا على قعر البحر
و نحنا عم نطَلَّع بي عينين بعض و عم نبتسم
و مش خايفين من إنو هل وردة تختفي بين طيّات الموجات


In the middle of the sea, you and I are holding a flower
And the tide is high
And the sky is clear
And the scent of the flower is filling our lungs
And the tide is trying to take the flower away from our hands to the bottom of the sea
And we are looking at each other and we're smiling
And we're not afraid to lose our flower in the folds of the waves.


لين اا -
- LynnAA
نبّش أكتر
Search harder

29/4/2016
Lynn Al-Abiad Jun 2017
يمكن بعدَك متل ما إنتَ، مكَنكَن و فارش ببيت كل حياتَك عايش في و حاسس حالَك علقان، لأنّو ضيّعت مفاتيح هل بيت، ما فيك تضهَر خوفاً من إنّو يطبُش الباب و يِزِربَك برّا
بس إنت مش عارف إنّو الدنيا مليانة بيوت بوابها مفتوحة و ما إلها مفاتيح



Maybe you are still the same, feeling cozy in a house you've forever lived in, and you feel trapped because you lost the keys to this house - you can't get out, fearing that the door will shut behind you and lock you outside
But you don't actually know that the world is filled with houses whose doors are wide open, no key needed



لين اا -
- LynnAA
لإنّوالباب اللي إلو مفتاح بناسبك
Because a door with a lock suits you best

13/06/2017
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