Sunday, September 11, 2005

Back from Beirut

Each time i come back from Beirut.. i drown
I go throu a strange philosophical, romantic, poetic mood that i can't find words to describe.. except the word "drowning"
Paris, the city of my teen years, doesn't have that effect on me.. Paris, the most generous city which allways greets me and says good-bye to me with a new admirer\lover
I'll try to write further about that subject .. later on ..
may be when i do get a more clear picture of what goes on with me whenever i leave my beloved Beirut

Posted by SaudiEve at 3:17 PM


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