Drunken memory
From Lebanon to Lebanon
13 December,2014
Drunken memory
يا دمشق وداعاً
20 December,2014

Drunken memory

Drunken memory

ghada alsamman

Drunken memory

When I was Boozer at the plane,
All clouds take many shapes and whole as Syrian map,
Cloud Following Cloud,
At Parisian celebration, I cut off the memorial ribbon of rain,
At Maxiem Restaurant with pruning scissors of our archaic field,
If I were a woman of chocolate,
Sun of Singapore and Manila could smelt me ,
If I were a woman of salt,
The water of seas could swallow me and bring me back between Lisbon and Barcelona,
But I’m a sndbad,which took place in whole world searching for her love ,
He was always at her bottom, named as her home,

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He was brutal and cruel,
I felt his hand as whiteboard of Ice, when he taking me among his hands,
But, I fall in love with him; follow him for the last point in the world,
Snow falls from his eyes all over me,
His Lips blowing winds of Alps, while whispering with my name,
His name was expatriation,
I’m not regret of this mobster love,
The thing which called expatriation taught me more than any other professor
how to write the name of home with stars on Night Board .

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Ghada Al-Samman
Ghada Al-Samman
أنا حمامة وديعة ترفرف مزهوة بثوب الحرية الناصع بعيداً..بعيداً وعالياً..عالياً عن دنس الصيادين
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