Friday, January 15, 2010

Thief

Today was a rainy day in Baghdad. A malicious girl invited me to an adventure in which she stolen my time, worries and boredom.

(NANCY):
Strawberries cherries and an angel’s kiss in spring
My summer wine is really made from all these things

(LEE):
I walked in town on silver spurs that jingled to
A song that I had only sang to just a few
She saw my silver spurs and said lets pass some time
And I will give to you summer wine
Ohh-oh-oh summer wine



I woke up on a strange tune, a tune of something like when a metallic spoon hits an empty wine glass. The house was dim since there was no electricity and I thought that it was dawn. I went walking dazed to the kitchen. Nobody was there so I drank a glass of water to hear again that same one note tune: “TINN”!

“Who is there?” I headed for the hall to find a strangely tall white cigarette lit next to a wine glass with few deep red drops. I took the glass and started to smell the wine. “He He He” I heard my front door shut with that malicious laughter. I run to my door to find it half opened, half closed. I wanted to open it but she was holding the door from the outside and pulling it. We fought on the door but her laughter was so loud threatening that my neighbors may woke up from this unbelievable incident in this early cold dim morning so I let her close the door on me and heard her steps going down stairs. As I tried to check the time, I discovered that she had stolen all my clocks and watches.

(NANCY):

Strawberries cherries and an angel’s kiss in spring

My summer wine is really made from all these things

Take off your silver spurs and help me pass the time

And I will give to you summer wine

Ohhh-oh summer wine

(LEE):

My eyes grew heavy and my lips they could not speak

I tried to get up but I couldn’t find my feet

She reassured me with an unfamiliar line

And then she gave to me more summer wine

Ohh-oh-oh summer wine

Was it a dream or not is a question to answer before I get enough deep sleep so as soon as I knew that it is raining in Baghdad I took my leather jacket over my sleeping pajama and held my blanket and said to the minibus driver: “Take me to her!”
The bus driver stopped his radio from all that religious shouting while I passed into deep sleep in the back seat. As we reached the river he said: “She said she would be by the river”. As I reached the river I found her gone leaving me a book on a seat near the river. As I was about to worry about where to find her, I found that she had stolen my worries.


(NANCY):

Strawberries cherries and an angel’s kiss in spring

My summer wine is really made from all these things

Take off your silver spurs and help me pass the time

And I will give to you summer wine Mmm-mm summer wine

(LEE):

When I woke up the sun was shining in my eyes

My silver spurs were gone my head felt twice its size

She took my silver spurs a dollar and a dime

And left me cravin’ for more summer wine

Ohh-oh-oh summer wine

She left me an apple next to the book which was so funny and fruitful and it was time to ride my bicycles in rain. I ride and ride till I felt thirsty. They told me to go to the well next to that old church. A wise man was waiting for me with all his calm and patience. “It easy young man, just close your eyes and you would drink water!” and as he was departing with his malicious smile he added: “never open them till you are not thirsty anymore”. I stood in front of the well and closed my eyes. Her hand approached my mouth full of cold water, I drank from her hands, it was so sweat. When I opened my eyes, she was gone stealing away my boredom.

(NANCY):

Strawberries cherries and an angel’s kiss in spring

My summer wine is really made from all these things

Take off your silver spurs and help me pass the time

And I will give to you summer wine

Mmm-mm summer wine

5 comments:

Laura said...

Sami, this makes me laugh with delight. This song was big when I was a teenager--I never imagined I'd see someone writing about it nowadays. (And I hope you don't regularly wear spurs when you ride your bike in Baghdad!! (Especially on the rails and the sides of buildings!!) ;-)

saminkie said...

Hi Laura, I am ver happy and content that you liked this post. The song is very clever and wonderful. Well Laura, my spurs had been stolen by her you know.

البرجوازي العراقي said...

This version of the song is my favorite though Demis Rossoss did it well.

Thanks for the great post!

Iraqi Bourgeois
http://iraqiblogindex.blogspot.com

Sandybelle said...

Hey there!!!!
MIss you so much!!!!
how are you? how's everything?

aain and again, you are giving the new and the perfect.
it is a very very very nice post. really, thanks so much.

always

saminkie said...

Thank you Iraqi Bourgeois and Sandybelle for your nice comments and encouragement.