1980s
Primary school. The teacher says: "When we sleep, at night, our souls leave our bodies. Our souls go to where ever they like. That is why we see dreams." The first idea came to the mind was to meet the soul of that girl in a coming dream.
2010
Chrystal balls carrying the destinies are going down the road, emitting some annoying sound of glass gliding on the wet pebbles of the street in that foggy night. Thunder. Lightening. Wind. Started raining. The sound is now of a wishshshsh.... a sound of a wish. The black Chrysler is sadly empty. The maroon Ford is cold and far. Cats are sleepy for dogs are calm. Rats, as opportunistic as they always are, find their chance to change lodgment.
Trees are deepening their green.
Dreams are growing in circles of yawning which are going round and round while the blanket is rolling around, and in between, the legs.
As the morning is approaching, the more calm and reassuring MEAAAA of that white peaceful sheep is replacing the annoying sharp cock cry and dreams are starting to go behind the deep purple curtain.
Coffee is fragrant. Croissant is sweet. Seal is singing soul with his scar in his cheek. Soul is returning to the body.
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2 comments:
i have heard that about dreams before...wouldn't it be cool if it really were true? i loved this post, especially the last few lines. Beautiful.
Thank you so much, my Sadeek, Sami.
Sending love and respect,
tracy
السلام وعليكم يا سامي
تحية طيبة وبعد
أكتب هذا الرسالة القصيرة لك لأني وجدت "بلوج"ك في "جوجل" لما كنت أبحث عن معلومات عن العراق. أنا من أسكتلندا ولكني أسكن في فلسطين وأهتم كثيرا بالعراق. أريد أن أقول شكرا لقصصك جميلة التي تحكي قصة حياتك في العراق فهي مختلفة كثيرة من ما نسمعه عن العراق في الاعلام وأريد أن أزوز بلدك الجميلة لأني قرأتها! شكرا جزيلا وأنا آسف إذا لم تفهمني فأنا لا أتكلم اللغة العربية جيدا
المخلص
John (jla28@st-andrews.ac.uk)
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