"Here is my secret. It is very simple: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.."- Antoine de Saint Exupéry

Archive for March 23, 2012

Ode on Solitude, Alexander Pope

“How happy he, who free from care
The rage of courts, and noise of towns;
Contented breathes his native air,
In his own grounds.

Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread,
Whose flocks supply him with attire,
Whose trees in summer yield him shade,
In winter fire.

Blest! who can unconcern’dly find
Hours, days, and years slide swift away,
In health of body, peace of mind,
Quiet by day,

Sound sleep by night; study and ease
Together mix’d; sweet recreation,
And innocence, which most does please,
With meditation.

Thus let me live, unheard, unknown;
Thus unlamented let me die;
Steal from the world, and not a stone
Tell where I lie.”

today’s haiku

Today’s light elapsed
feeding the time with our own
limited heartbeat.


Perhaps not to be is to be without your being, Pablo Neruda

“Perhaps not to be is to be without your being,
without your going, that cuts noon light
like a blue flower, without your passing
later through fog and stones,
without the torch you lift in your hand
that others may not see as golden,
that perhaps no one believed blossomed
the glowing origin of the rose,
without, in the end, your being, your coming
suddenly, inspiringly, to know my life,
blaze of the rose-tree, wheat of the breeze:
and it follows that I am, because you are:
it follows from ‘you are’, that I am, and we:
and, because of love, you will, I will,
We will, come to be. “

March days return with their covert light, Pablo Neruda

“March days return with their covert light,
and huge fish swim through the sky,
vague earthly vapours progress in secret,
things slip to silence one by one.
Through fortuity, at this crisis of errant skies,
you reunite the lives of the sea to that of fire,
grey lurchings of the ship of winter
to the form that love carved in the guitar.
O love, O rose soaked by mermaids and spume,
dancing flame that climbs the invisible stairway,
to waken the blood in insomnia’s labyrinth,
so that the waves can complete themselves in the sky,
the sea forget its cargoes and rages,
and the world fall into darkness’s nets. “


IDIR – Lettre a ma fille / Letter to my daughter

“Comme tous les matins, tu es passée devant ce miroir,
Ajusté ce voile sur tes cheveux, qui devra tenir jusqu’à ce soir
Tu m’as dit au revoir d’un regard, avant de quitter la maison
Le bus t’emmène à la fac, où tu te construis un horizon.

Je suis resté immobile, j’ai pensé très fort à toi
Réalisant la joie immense de te voir vivre sous mon toit
C’est vrai, je ne te l’ai jamais dit -ni trop fort, ni tout bas
Mais tu sais ma fille chez nous, il y a des choses qu’on ne dit pas.

Je t’ai élevée de mon mieux, et j’ai toujours fait attention
À perpétuer les règles, à respecter la tradition
Comme l’ont faits mes parents (crois moi sans riposter)
Comme le font tous ces hommes que je croise à la mosquée.

Je t’ai élevée de mon mieux comme le font tous les nôtres
Mais étais-ce pour ton bien ? Ou pour faire comme les autres ?
Tous ces doutes qui apparaissent et cette question affreuse :
C’est moi qui t’ai élevée, mais es tu seulement « heureuse » ?

Je sais que je suis sévère, et nombreux sont les interdits :
Tu rentres tout de suite après l’école et ne sort jamais le samedi
Mais plus ça va et moins j’arrive à effacer cette pensée :
« Tu songes à quoi dans ta chambre, quand tes amis vont danser ? »

Tout le monde est fier de toi, tu as toujours été une bonne élève
Mais a-t-on vu assez souvent un vrai sourire sur tes lèvres ?
Tout ça je me le demande, mais jamais en face de toi
Tu sais ma fille chez nous, il y a des choses qu’on ne dit pas…

Et si on décidait que tous les bien-pensants se taisent ?
Si pour un temps on oubliait ces convenances qui nous pèsent ?
Si pour une fois tu avais le droit de faire ce que tu veux,
Si pour une fois tu allais danser en lâchant tes cheveux…

J’veux qu’tu cries, et que tu chantes à la face du monde !
Je veux qu’tu laisses s’épanouir tous ces plaisirs qui t’inondent
J’veux qu’tu sortes, j’veux qu’tu ries, j’veux qu’tu parles l’amour
J’veux qu’tu aies le droit d’avoir 20 ans,
Au moins pour quelques jours…

Il m’a fallu du courage pour te livrer mes sentiments,
Mais si j’écrits cette lettre, c’est pour que tu saches, simplement,
Que je t’aime comme un fou, même si tu ne le vois pas,
Tu sais ma fille chez nous, il y a des choses qu’on ne dit pas.”
Lettre a ma fille, IDIR


Ah, love….


“To send a letter is a good way to go somewhere without moving anything but your heart.”

Phyllis Theroux

the truth

Jewelry or Art?

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They shall grow not old

“They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.”

From Laurence Binyon’s poem For the Fallen, written in September 1914

Cookie of the day

“If you reject the food, ignore the customs, fear the religion and avoid the people, you might better stay at home.” – James Michener

“A journey of a thousand miles must begin with a single step.” – Lao Tzu

“Travel does what good novelists also do to the life of everyday, placing it like a picture in a frame or a gem in its setting, so that the intrinsic qualities are made more clear. Travel does this with the very stuff that everyday life is made of, giving to it the sharp contour and meaning of art.” – Freya Stark

“A friend is one who knows you and loves you just the same. ”
Elbert Hubbard

“Adventure is a path. Real adventure – self-determined, self-motivated, often risky – forces you to have firsthand encounters with the world. The world the way it is, not the way you imagine it. Your body will collide with the earth and you will bear witness. In this way you will be compelled to grapple with the limitless kindness and bottomless cruelty of humankind – and perhaps realize that you yourself are capable of both. This will change you. Nothing will ever again be black-and-white.” – Mark Jenkins


Surviving guide

As a matter of… cat

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Souad Massi – Ya Qalbi (Oh! My heart)!

A wonderful track with Arabic lyrics from the Album “Deb (Heart Broken)”.

“Oh! mon coeur ta blessure s’ éternise
Oh! mon coeur qui en est la cause?
Vous le mauvaises langues
Vous n’ avez rien fait de votre vie
Vous passez votre temps ‘a colporter des rumeurs
Sans vous préoccuper de ce qui se passe dans le monde
Chacun connait son défaut
Et la vie n’ est pas éternelle
Oh! mon coeur ta blessure s’ éternise
Oh! mon coeur qui en est la cause?
Vous le mauvaises langues…”


Sting – Shape of my Heart

“He deals the cards as a meditation
And those he plays never suspect
He doesn’t play for the money he wins
He doesn’t play for the respect
He deals the cards to find the answer
The sacred geometry of chance
The hidden law of probable outcome
The numbers lead a dance

I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that’s not the shape of my heart

He may play the jack of diamonds
He may lay the queen of spades
He may conceal a king in his hand
While the memory of it fades

I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that’s not the shape of my heart
That’s not the shape, the shape of my heart

And if I told you that I loved you
You’d maybe think there’s something wrong
I’m not a man of too many faces
The mask I wear is one
Those who speak know nothing
And find out to their cost
Like those who curse their luck in too many places
And those who fear are lost

I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that’s not the shape of my heart
That’s not the shape of my heart”


billions souls
each of us with his
own spirit
own body
and own eyes
a huge kaleidoscope
we are
made out of
our visions
our feelings
our dreams
our disappointments
all reunited
to merge humanity

I dream

“I DReam of

a GReeN gaRDeN


featHeRs my face

Like yOUR  ONce

eageR KISS”

Photo:  memyselfandela, 2012, London

Kreativ Blogger Award

My fellow blogger Julia nominated me for the Kreativ Blogger Award.

Here’s a link to her blog, please visit it, it’s amazing:

The Writing Aficionado


I love reading her posts , she inspires me. Her motto speaks it the best : “Life is a blank page, and you’ve got the pen.”

Thank you so much Julia, I really appreciate this!

Rules of the award ? Do it as you feel. Make it simple, just nominate  15 people that impressed you with their blog, or, if you want to follow the rules, follow the link to Julia’s blog.


I love nominating because I know this can encourage people be happier and better. I know some of you will not post it or accept it for various reasons, but be sure of one thing: it comes from my heart.

So here are my 15 nominations, thank you all for being creative and beautiful:

Felicia at http://myvoyagethroughtime.wordpress.com/

Cherry at http://spilledcookies.com/

Gabrielle at http://autumnsunshineandgabrielleangel.wordpress.com/

Dean at http://deanjbaker.wordpress.com/

Lime at  http://limeisbetter.wordpress.com/

Madhu at http://theurgetowander.com/

Schtiel at http://schtiel.wordpress.com/

Calin at http://coltulcumuzica.wordpress.com/

Lopamudra at http://lopascribes.wordpress.com/

Nath at http://manipalphotoblog.wordpress.com/

Dugutigui at http://damantigui.wordpress.com/

Michael at  http://michaelbanak.wordpress.com/

Carina at http://sonocarina.wordpress.com/

Clancy at http://clancyoopow.wordpress.com/

Walter at http://walterwsmith.wordpress.com/

Congratulations, I wish you all a fabulous day!!! 🙂