Sunday, December 30, 2007

Polyarnye Nochi

Album by Simon Roberts
Featured on BBC

In winter this region shrouded in darkness nearly 24 hours a day, a phenomenon known as Polyarnye Nochi (Polar Nights). (Photo: Mid-afternoon in a residential area of Murmansk, Russia.)
Throughout December until mid-January, during the period of polar nights, the sun remains below the horizon and there is only a faint glow of light visible around midday.
To note one third of Russia’s population live and work in these inhospitable climatic conditions.
Amazing no?!!

Thursday, December 20, 2007

Under sea’s Christmas Decorations...


While the darkness is invading the five continents, life is having more and more difficulties… “What more” everyone is asking…
Peace is being condemned of “disturbing” rich’s life and insulting their brilliant future… so they make it pieces and started even to buy it under other names…
Nature is being damaged everyday, and as they stole our peace, they are trying to steal it’s one… but unfortunately for them, nature is still on another frequency length, so she made her decorations undersea on a rock that cannot be cut…

With & Without God

Monday, December 03, 2007

Self Confidence...



There was a rat who lost his self confidence, and all he wanted was to die because he feels so weak, and no one likes or respects him...
So he sat down one day and was talking to God...
He asked God: why nobody likes me, I am so weak and I don't want to live anymore...
And God replies: you are the strongest in this world little rat...
So the rat asked him: but how?
Then God said: you are stronger then the night...
The rat said again: can you explain for me please?
God said : because when the sun rises the night disappears... and you are stronger than the sun...
But how asked the rat?
God said: because when it is cloudy the sun disappears... and you are stronger than the cloud...
The rat said: I'm not understanding...
God said: because when the wind blows the clouds move and disappear, and you are stronger than the wind...
The rat did not understand the logic behind this so he asked again: how?
God said: because when the wind blows, it cannot move the tower that is behind you... but you can do so...
The rat looked at the great tower behind him and asked again: tell me more God, how does this make me strong?
God said: nor the sun or the wind, nor the clouds or the night can make this tower disappear,
but you my little rat you can... by simply digging in each stone, you can crack them and make it collapse... (story from a Christian newspaper)
You think that you are awful... that no body respects you... that you are weak...
I tell you that the power is inside you... that everyone is weak when he doesn't see anything but weakness, but very strong when he accepts himself, when he understands himself...
Stand up and say no to what is destroying you... say I'm not fearful, I will continue sailing... and i will arrive...

One More Day We Wait...


A little girl wanted a pair of shoes... she goes to her dad and asks him for 2 dollars...
Her father was so poor... he says that he has no money...
During the night hung herself and died in silence...
The next day, her dad asked someone to give him help... and he got 10 dollars...
He went happy to his house to tell his daughter that he is having her request and even more... but he unfortunately he found her dead, with a written note: her hopes were all crushed and all she wanted in this life is a pair of shoes... (A story from a newspaper)

One more day of life makes a huge difference, isn't worth waiting than losing everything?!

Saturday, November 17, 2007

Sticky Bee...

Sassine El Nabbout Photography

Your imagination may give a feeling that you exist by yourself…
While in fact you are a product of her love to flowers…
Did you ask yourself for once what does she eat to live?!
Isn’t the “honey” that is you?
She makes you, and then she eats your sweetness…
If you “the honey” are the tasty, how would she be?
Simple… viscous, sweet and… yes, sticky…

Tuesday, November 06, 2007

The Destiny Of Colors…


Your green is lost by what you thought a sun’s love…
She burned your cells with each one of her rays…
Is that red to show the clashes of her swards?
Is that yellow to tell us that you are unhappy and surprised from this destiny?
Do you think that your inner or outer colors will help you?
From what do you hide yourself?
Red, yellow or even brown… soon you will go away…
Being high on a chair does not mean that you will stay eternally here…
When the storm will come, you will forget who was inferior or superior… you will never know who was your cousin or neighbor…
When the wind will blow, you will lose even your name…

Sunday, November 04, 2007

One Million...


My First One Million Viewer On Lebanon's Photos Collection,
Excluding Private Albums.
A Big Thanks To All My Friends, To http://www.kadmous.org/
I wish that http://www.webshots.com/ will work more on their site, so
there will be no real need for a fast connection,
witch is a real problem facing many viewers in most countries
that do not have ADSL.
Thanks again to everyone, your support makes me more powerful.

Sunday, October 28, 2007

Swimming With The Autumn Leaves



Swimming With The Autumn Leaves

Everything is flowing in peace...
The storms are still a little bit away...
I will leave soon to the south, taking with me all my beautiful memories...
I'm going away from the cold hearts... to live with the warmest one...
I will blink my eyes, and i will see the spring upcoming in other countries... but for once and eternally in my house... our house...

Friday, October 26, 2007

Moon Air


Do you think that the ones travelling on that airplane saw the moon bigger than us?
Whatever your response is, this one is my dream flight...

Wednesday, October 24, 2007

Tuesday, October 09, 2007

Autumn Time...

Arranged by SAMA in Alexandra Garden, Melbourne, Australia

The written story of each day is laying softly on the soil...

Time is moving slowly, but he is surely moving...

With each second someones raise and someones fall... but as you see, everyone will fall...

Stop looking at the clock, time is not stopping... but be carefull, when he will do so you will not be warned before...

Be always prepared, to not be a loser when the time will fall, giving his place to the spring of eternity...

Saturday, October 06, 2007

The Autumn Wall...

St Joseph Hospital, Paris

There are no more leaves to hide your reality… you were a wall and still you are…
I believed in that… and I proved it while watching you every day…
No one can change your nature, even if your colors change with the seasons’ sun…
I can say that you were beautiful… in green and even while getting off your clothes… but now you aren’t anymore…
When you were paint, we could see through you in our dreams… now you are just a dead barrier…
Get off your stones… at your place I will plant a tree that will grow, and will be always beautiful…
You know, I will call her the life’s border, because when I want to feel away from the other one, or when the other wants too, “she will serve both of us to fall in love again”…

Friday, September 21, 2007

The Legend Of Fall...

Kamoua National Park
Lebanon

I'm falling slowly... moving right and left... totally depending on the winds that came from the east or the west...
My body is pale... I can see it even that I'm closing my eyes, because i don't know what the benefit of opening them is; I will touch the soil in anyway...
I passed my life looking at the sun, until she burnt me by her rays...
Now I left my existence... I left my reality...
I left everything to be a blank paper in the legend of seasons...
Will someone write a word of love on me, so i believe that my fall is not a fall, but a life...

Sunday, September 16, 2007

The Faith Guardian…


Living in the desert does not mean that I don’t have a sky… it is sufficient to go out of the tent of materialism to see that there is still shining stars in the dark days to not say at night…
Shy?! Maybe you can say that!
Afraid?! Also you can say that!
I’m shy from what and afraid from whom?
Shy because talking about God is a taboo, while talking about everything else is widely accepted!
Afraid from losing some friends who don’t want to hear at all… while friendship is not just a “hi, how are you?”… And if my “friend” will not accept my faith, who will do it?!
Still, these are not a reason… not an acceptable one…
I don’t want to be shy, and I will no more be afraid from anyone…
I don’t want to be thirsty for a light in the faraway, while the sunlight is in my hands…
I lost a war, or many wars even, but I will not lose this battle (of peace) for any reason…
One day I decided to read the entire bible… I read a big part of it, but while reading long time ago, I had a feeling that I will die the day I will finish it! I don’t know what does this feeling mean, but It took me, and my readings became slower and slower… to be nil today…
I didn’t know that I will not die if I finish it, but I will die only if I don’t accomplish it…

Saturday, September 15, 2007

Give a bird a home


Which bird box for which bird?
Watching birds visit your garden is such a treat. Read on to find out how you can attract more and more and have a real garden party. Firstly, build a nest box by using recycled material or popping down to your nearest garden centre for an off the shelf kind. And don't forget that different birds have different first-time-buyer requirements. So you need to pick a box that suits the neighbours you want to move in.
Purpose made bird boxes are easy to buy if you've mislaid your hammer and birds are grateful either way. Do your homework and find out what birds live in your area: it's no good aiming for a golden eagle if you live in Sussex but you may do well with blackbirds. And put your new box in the right place to keep birds safe from sun and predators.
For more click on the post's link. ( Source BBC Science & Nature).

Friday, September 14, 2007

Life Is Beautiful!


You may see beautiful scenes from around the world, but always remember, around you there is many things that are more beautiful... maybe a small flower... maybe a soft breeze... maybe a smile on the face of your child, brother, sister... life is beautiful (anyway we dont have another choice), but everything depends on how we taste it...
For me, touching her hand is the most beautiful...
For her, the most beautiful is seeing me eating from her hand...
But, these are not the only beautiful things... almost everything is beautiful because she simply exists... and she exists because I do so... and I exist because she does so...
As you see, life is complicated... but still so beautiful...

Sunday, September 02, 2007

A Hug...


The world’s wind pushes you up and down… don’t be sad, that’s how your waves always touch me…
Gently or with anger, they are always a beautiful hug…
Gently or with anger, all your feelings are mine…
Don’t be afraid on me… your waves are not eating my sand particles…
You always take one to your heart, but you send me thousands each day…
I know that many days are not kind… so don’t be sad because of your storms…
Because when they hit you then me, I become more smooth… and surely a lovely man…

Monday, August 27, 2007

Moving Soon


Due to many technical problems, all Sasmen© photos (except for Lebanon's photos) will be moved to the username sasmen on Webshots.
This will take a big time because Webshots technical support refused to make the transfer by themselves, so i will have to upload each album again. (New links will be provided for all the old albums).

Thursday, August 23, 2007

Fingers Work...


Richard Clayderman 1999 Live in Tokyo Classic Medley

In face of this music, I stay silent… I don’t hear anything else around except my heart’s beats…
While reading the musical notes, and seeing the fingers perfect work, I feel like a paralyzed beast with no more power to harm…
A melody is like a story, where the actor and the spectator are you…
While it progresses my heart slows down, and every memory flies in my space… bad or beautiful, they are mixed together to draw the best paint ever…
This heavenly music puts on all my body ways to feel… even I can taste it… and how does it taste?
Just like when you mix salt and sugar…

Tuesday, August 21, 2007

Casinos & The “Family” Spirit


I always asked about liberty… and till now surely no one gave me the real meaning of this frequently spoken term…
It is easy to say “I don’t want to have limits” and “I don’t want to be attached to someone or something”… “I will do all what I want to do and no one has to ask me a simple question… I’m free...”
Practicing all this maybe somewhat difficult, seeing the human communities’ rules (without entering now in the issue that they are good or not)… but there is still many persons doing it on their way…
What about the ones who enter in a life sharing process? And its typical example is a family?
I don’t know if we may say that the self freedom may change when someone is married; but I don’t think so… It may be explained and lived in a different way… but it always exists…
A family is not something we can play with… not just this, a family is a unit, composed of many members having the same rights and surely the same freedom (I’m not talking about oriental families)…
For both of these examples or these two extremes, the end of their freedom is when it may “hurt” others…
No one living without rules has the right to kill or destroy someone’s life… and so, nor a father neither a mother or even children has the right to destroy the family life… surely I mean by their own decision and without discussing such a complicated issue between them…

******

Casinos and the dream of cheap fortune… playing there is a disease more than a habit…
It is something more than the simple idea of having fun…
These centers are typically made for the ones who “are not sure”… who want to “try”… who believe in “luck”…
I believe that the ones who go there “must not” make a family, that’s how no body cares if they lose something or everything…
If they are not sure, how can they take a decision to marry… or was it someone else’s decision?
If they want to try, their family is not the place to do it…
The big question is: why do casinos and their games destroy families? The answer is in what they intend to hide; and they may hide by lying and even beating everyone who questions them…
Maybe everything is due to the psychosis of “always losing”…
And if they really believe in luck, I assure them that the only one who is “lucky” is the casino’s owner…
While the bad “luck” is the death of their family spirit…

Friday, August 17, 2007

Only!


Invalides Musuem, Paris

"Only the dead have seen the end of war". Plato
If you want to hear or not, do not seem to be the issue… the news are still there and they are bad!
Day after day we are expanding our killing machinery… a sward is now rockets and bombs… and the full power actually is to own an intercontinental messenger of mass destruction…
Who can give us a guarantee that the countries racing to collect these arms will not use it against us… for a reason we know or we don’t know… for an idea we may accept or not…
They teach us that an arm is in the “good hands” and surely it must not reach the “evil hands”… as if the hand holding an arm can be good enough to discuss for example or to make or to restore a stolen peace…
Aren’t we sick enough in the 21th century from the world leaders mentality (if they are in this position and not the companies manufacturing or trading war machinery), while their only accepted (at least by me) role is to restrict the distribution of arms, reinforce the police and dissolute armies… and work mainly on the “border home security” not on the “overseas” one!
Didn’t we get enough blood and pain around the world from their wills to make more money and/or dominate and eliminate many communities from the world’s map?!
Isn’t shame on humanity (if it still exists!) that millions are dying from famine, while billions of billions are expensed on the war programs around the world, and surely no one country is excluded!
Will we follow the evolution, and just make our “wars” in doing more beautiful things?
Can we just do an honest competition between countries and be “one for all, all for one”?

I believe in what Plato said, because the result of every war is surely another one… and really, no one will hear or see its end but dead!
Seeing people dying for a reason or without a one makes me pray everyday to see the end of all this shit before the end of my journey…
Maybe it is a huge request, but as I accept everything, I would change it to “see a feeling filling the heart of everyone… a feeling that opens our eyes to see that an action or a reaction we make may hurt, so what about a ball or a bomb we send to kill someone (that we don’t know most probably)… it may kill him and all the ones who love him (physically or mentally)… and if you hate him, may you think that he has a father, a mother, a husband/wife, a son or a daughter waiting for him to put a kiss on their front every night… just like everyone of us wants to do”…
It is a big and hazy idea… maybe you are right!
Well, can we please tolerate each other? I don’t want more!

Saturday, August 11, 2007

Timeless



Timeless

The music you are hearing is the consequence of my fingers touching her hair, and of her angelic wings caressing my soul…
That’s what I do feel with each hug… peace and eternity…
Wherever I go and whatever I do, I’m her and she is me…
And because I adore her, life is timeless…

Thursday, August 09, 2007

The Face That Protects…

Louvre Musuem, Paris
Sassine El Nabbout Photography

Smiling… he cannot do it with a wooden face!
Crying… maybe it is possible because his eyes are still open to air… but crying is shame and he will never do it…
If they know his real face, no one will love him… that’s what he thinks…
He put it on just to protect himself, but from what?
From their wooden faces or from what they could say about him?
And if they do so! What will happen?
When will he understand that the ones who are intending to talk, have the same face, and all what they do is letting him feel shame from his life… but why? Just to make him busy so he will not see their eyes, which are full of fear and lies…
Don’t be so surprised if he doesn’t trust you… he will never do it… because the one who is behind a mask will think the mask is yours… yes! Complete denial…
I cannot understand really how he lives… He don’t face off until he go to bed, but hugs it all the night… and unfortunately waits awake till the morning to put it again…
Don’t cry… he don’t know what you are feeling… don’t you know the equation: face on, heart off…

Saturday, August 04, 2007

Beautiful Memorable Moments...

Melbourne, Australia
July, 2007

The Soul Of Lebanon



The Soul Of Lebanon
As soon as the rain don't stop, the flowers will live forever... That is LEBANON, his soul is eternal as soon as we don't stop crying for him...

Friday, August 03, 2007

Lebanon

W Durant “A great civilization is not conquered from without until it has destroyed itself from within".

In the past, communities protected themselves by closing their doors and windows… now no one can do it… the world is reforming… a complete and unopposed process is invading the earth…
Communities are being collected and united… so there is no more place for small countries or small groups in the future…
Even more, every small community has to fuse in the biggest ones or she will die… and fusion is death in any way!
The search for an identity is no more a question… the one who didn’t decide his identity yet is too much late…
Actually, the big ones are booking their tickets to get inside the new ship…
While us, the Lebanese are talking about division… and we are divided…
Our politicians are rising a paper (we put in their hands by error or by chance or by being completely dumb) that they think it is a ticket… and it is not a black market because everyone knows to whom they want to sell it…
The strange issue is that no one wants to buy, but everyone wants to play with… maybe because the big ones are seeing the paper in the hand of a Lebanese politician filled with: choose me please… and in the hand of his opponent: No, don’t choose him, choose me please…

When you hear this, you can smile or just cry when you see how we are or what we do to reserve a parliamentary place…
While we have to prepare ourselves for the bad news, because the decision that everyone talks about is already taken… the place of Lebanon in the new world is…

Wednesday, August 01, 2007

Back!!


Yes! I'm back unfortunately!
With new eyes... a new vision of life, future and the world!
But specially with a new pain, and an intolerable loneliness!
All what i hope is to be back there not as soon as possible, but now!

Friday, June 29, 2007

Tuesday, June 19, 2007

Thank You God…


Angry and unstable… that’s how everyone can describe me these days…
The peaceful boy is not me anymore… I’m feeling the deception, and the depression is drinking my blood like a mosquito… when I’m bored from it, I try to push it away… only few seconds pass and I hear it again annoying my ears, so I announce another self defeat…
No one decided to be away from me, but I decided to do…
That’s ongoing since I said that I will fight alone, as if the power is from me…
I love God… there in no one question, and he knows that…
Long time ago the periods where my heart is cold was so short… but now; I barely can go out…
I feel dry because of my daily tears… and more liters of water do not change the situation…
My body is surrounded by everything beautiful, but not my mind…
The flowers are asking what’s going on… I’m passing near them without even saying “hi”… the trees misses my touch… and the birds are talking to me, while I do not understand their sounds since a long time…
I live in the silence, that’s true… but in the "killer" one…
Today while working, my “palm” started ringing… I was surprised, I didn’t set it’s reminder for something… I took it to read…
I was surprised again… It was a yearly reminder I set many years ago…
It said: THANK YOU GOD…
When I read that, I felt something no one can describe…
When I wrote it and set it annually was when God changes something in my life… or you can say he colored her… when I stopped condemning people, because I understood that they are prisoners of something or someone, and that my role in life is not just healing their pain, but also to give them freedom…

What did I do? That’s a good question…
Because routine makes us forget, I set my “palm” to remind me every second… and the new phrase format is: “THANK YOU GOD FOR YOUR ETERNAL LOVE… I LOVE YOU AND I WILL ALWAYS DO SO”…

Monday, June 18, 2007

She Left...



Veronica El Nabbout , The Spring Daughter

She was forced by the "love of life"! I don't really know if I can say that...
The end point is that she left to live somewhere... to be in peace...
While she heard the explosions when she was in her mother's ovary, she cannot accept to hear them again... just as everyone of us...
Blood is everywhere... but specially "hating each other" is what made her fool... because she didn't know why they do so! And yet no body knows...


When I asked why did you do it, She said: what's wrong with my name? Can't I believe in stones and live simply in peace?!
They hate and kill us in the name of God!! While I know him, and he never wanted that... he never asked a human being to take revenge for him!
Witch God are they talking about? It seems their only God is satan...
It's absolutely true that no one expects where and when he will die, but everyone has to live in respect and dignity all the few years he will spend on earth...
Yet because of my nationalism, I would say I can tolerate to live without other's respect, but how can I live if the other(s) don't even accept my existence...
Until the blood suckers leave my country alone, I will not open my wings to come back...
I will cry blood for my Lebanon... I do it now... I will do it everyday...
I cannot change my name... i dont want to anyway... i will be forever the Lebanese flower...
But who cares about flowers, while life is cheaper than a gun...
I hate that night, when I took everything with me as I will never be back...
I hate that night...
I don't know what to say... my ideas are hazy... I hope I will see him again...
I'm so sad because I forgot something important there...
I forgot myself...

Isn't bizarre? I always could protect my garden from the storms, the dry weather... but I never learned how to protect her from killers...
Will someone keep this garden alive? A question to God, my mother and the criminals...

Sunday, June 10, 2007

The Sunset



The Sunset

Look to the sunset...
Look to the eyes of this small bird... he is crying because he does not know what to do!

What would he do after that his source of light leaves?
What would he do after that his reservoir of warmth hides in the darkness?
What would he do without force, without her?

Look at the sun going away!
Yes! He is sad! She is Lost in the faraway, but this cant stop him from thinking about her every moment...
Thinking how the sea waves swallowed her in the infinity...
How his warmth has turned to be just memories!
How his happiness has been destroyed by the wheel of time!
Who will reply! There is no mercy with the darkness's cold!
But no way to die! He loves life...
And on behalf of this love he prayed...
So he got the "one answer" that God made for every creature: "In the morning, the sun shines again"!

Wednesday, June 06, 2007

Butterflies Legends

By JCS

The Native American Indian Butterfly Legend
If anyone desires a wish to come true they must first capture a butterfly and whisper their wish to it. Since a butterfly can make no sound, the butterfly can not reveal the wish to anyone but the Great Spirit who hears and sees all. In gratitude for giving the beautiful butterfly its freedom, the Great Spirit always grants the wish. So, according to legend, by making a wish and giving the butterfly its freedom, the wish will be taken to the heavens and be granted.

Another Version of the American Indian Butterfly Legend
As a gift to His human children, the Great Spirit created butterflies. He took black from the maiden's hair, yellow from the warm summer sun, and blues from the lake and sky. Once he gathered the most beautiful of colors, He made them into butterflies. If you want a special wish to come true, capture a butterfly and whisper your heart's desire to it. Since butterflies make no sound, they cannot tell the wish to anyone but Him. Being so colorful, the butterflies will easily be seen and the heart's prayers quickly answered. By making a wish and releasing the butterfly, it will be taken on the wings of love to the heavens and granted. Softly whisper your wish for their eternal love and bliss, then carefully release and free the beautiful creature.

The Shoshone "Ladies Fancy Shawl Dance" Butterfly Legend
Many, many years ago when the Earth was still quite new, there was a beautiful butterfly who lost her mate in battle. To show her grief, she took off her beautiful wings and wrapped herself in a drab cocoon. In her sadness, she could not eat and she could not sleep and her relatives kept coming to her lodge to see if she was okay. Of course she wasn't, but she didn't want to be a burden on her people so she packed up her wings and her medicine bundle and took off on a long journey. She wandered about for many days and months, until finally she had gone all around the world. On her journey she kept her eyes downcast and stepped on each stone she came to as she crossed fields and creeks and streams. Finally, one day as she was looking down, she happened to notice the stone beneath her feet, and it was so beautiful that it healed her sorrow. She then cast aside her cocoon, shook the dust from her wings, and donned them once more. She was so happy she began to dance to give thanks for another chance to begin her life anew. Then she went home and told The People about her long journey and how it had healed her. To this day,The People dance this dance as an expression of renewal, and to give thanks for new seasons, new life, and new beginnings. The shawl in the Fancy Shawl Dance represents the butterfly's wings, the fancy steps and twirls represent the butterfly's style of flight. This is another reason you will sometimes hear the Fancy Shawl Competition Dance referred to as " the butterfly dance."

The Papago American Indian Butterfly Legend
One day the Creator was resting, sitting, watching some children playing in a village. The children laughed and sang, yet as he watched them, the Creator's heart was sad. He was thinking: "These children will grow old. Their skin will become wrinkled. Their hair will turn gray. Their teeth will fall out. The young hunters arm will fail. The lovely young girls will grow ugly and fat. The playful puppies will become blind, mangy dogs. And those wonderful flowers - yellow, red, blue, and purple - will fade. The leaves from the trees will fall and dry up. Already they are turning yellow." Thus the Creator grew sadder and sadder. It was in the Fall, and the thought of the coming winter, with its cold and lack of game and green things, made his heart heavy. Yet it was still warm and the sun was shining. The Creator watched the play of sunlight and shadow on the ground, the yellow leaves being carried here and there by the wind. He saw the blueness of the sky, the whiteness of some cornmeal ground by the women. Suddenly he smiled. "All those colors, they ought to be preserved. I'll make something to gladden my heart, something for these children to look at and enjoy."

The Creator took out his bag and started gathering things: a spot of sunlight, a handful of blue from the sky, the whiteness of the cornmeal, the shadow of playing children, the blackness of a beautiful girls hair, the yellow of the falling leaves, the green of the pine needles, the red , purple, and orange of the flowers around him. All these he put into his bag. As an afterthought, he put the songs of the birds in too. Then he walked over to the grassy spot where the children were playing. "Children, little children, this is for you," and he gave them his bag. "Open it; there is something nice inside," he told them. The children opened the bag, and at once hundreds and hundreds of colored butterflies flew out, dancing around the children's heads, settling on their hair, fluttering up again to sip from this or that flower. And the children, enchanted, said that they had never seen anything so beautiful. The butterflies began to sing and the children listened smiling. But then a songbird came flying, settling on the creators shoulder, scolding him, saying: "It's not right to give our song to these new, pretty things. You told us when you made us that every bird would have his own song. And now you've passed them all around. Isn't it enough that you gave them all the colors of the rainbow?""You're right," said the Creator. "I made one song for each bird, and I shouldn't have taken what belongs to you." So the Creator took the songs away from the butterflies, and that's why they are silent. "They are beautiful even so!" he said.

Sunday, June 03, 2007

The Prison Of My Childhood


No right to go out…
No right to have friends, because everyone is intentionally bad…
The political parties are recruiting the youth groups, and planting their " revolutionary ideas "… they simply learn everyone to hate every other one… even they want us to die just to make their leaders more rich… and they want us to kill and be killed , while their children are staying away, surely for the preservation of the royal blood… who will govern us if they die ? !
Normaly they put criminals in prison… but in my case it was to save me from them…
I never faced life… what you are seeing now was the only thing i was permitted to admire, just to protect me from seeing the blood…

Surrounded by books, stories and photos… drowned by words, i learned how to describe the whole world and how to understand everyone…
Was it good ? Was it bad ?
I can’t answer by myself… but all what i know is that i don’t stop fighting day and night to leave… and live…

Wednesday, May 30, 2007

I Agree With You Alfred Nobel


I intend to leave after my death a large fund for the promotion of the peace idea, but I am skeptical as to its results. (Alfred Nobel)

When you made your discovery, you knew that we will use it for something else, but not mainly for the farewell of humanity…
If you want to look today, our faces are bloody… our bodies are aching more… but mainly Mr Nobel, we die more easily… and in huge numbers…
I totally agree with your skeptical vision...
Your peace prize is not going to where it must be! Giving it to one person is an honor, but it does not resolute any problem…
I guess it must fund actions to stop the war machinery… but if one day we arrived to do it (unreal!), who will stop us from hating each other until death?!

Saturday, May 19, 2007

Crying...

Paint For Pastel

Sometimes… or even many times, with no one logical reason, they stimulate our tears…
They don’t stop testing our love, loyalty and obedience… yet no one can explain why they do so!
What do they think or feel when the tears wash our faces and the sadness kills our heart?
Are they full of satisfaction?! I don’t guess so!
Do they feel peaceful?! No way while every one is disturbed!
Do they think they are controlling us?! Is it possible?
I think they don’t know that sometimes we want to hate all this… if not saying “hate them and their actions”… but this is not something we can do… we cannot hate…
When will they understand that we are no more children… and if we respect, this does not mean we are slaves?!
When will they accept us as "sons and daughters of life", not a private property?!

Thursday, May 17, 2007

Foret De Vincennes Park, Paris



Foret De Vincennes Park, Paris

Introducing Geosas

Sea Dragon
(courtesy Of tanaqua.org)

I can't hide my love to the animal's world if not saying to everything in nature...
Each discovery of a new creature interests me... and i believe that there is still a long way to discover and understand our surrounding, starting from the smallest insect in our house to the big whale...
Surely, I'm attracted by my curiosity to see what I haven't seen before...
To note that I don't stop following these films from the beginning to the end... each movement, sound, look, behavior...
But who said it is enough... once I see, I need to see more... and specially to know more...
My new page is: www.geosas.blogspot.com

Saturday, May 12, 2007

Index Of Relativity

M.C. Escher, Relativity, 1953

Everything in life may look different... everything depends on how much you open your eyes, and even on what you want to see... a different angle may change completely a scene...

Don't continue to see things with a narrow angle... open well your eyes and you will understand that this is just "life"...

Wednesday, May 09, 2007

Put Your Hands Up For The Earth

Parc De La TĂȘte D’or, Lyon.
France

Searching for signs of life on another planet took us…
A cup of water on Uranus, an Iceberg on Mars!
Some liters of oxygen on Jupiter!
A moon for Neptune!
Stars that are thousands of luminal years away!
We are trying to understand the cosmic lights!
All that is great…
We want to know everything!
But will we understand one day, that Earth is not something we can bypass…
That she is the only country and nationality…
That she is made for us, and we are made for her…
Will we understand?
When the earth is lost, billions of dollars value is nothing!
What is money without pure life?!

The issue is difficult, but the one mile journey starts with one step…
Let’s put up our hands to raise her from our shits…

Tuesday, May 01, 2007

Workers Day


A little rest to restart again... and working till the end, if there is a one...

Sunday, April 29, 2007

Perfumes

Why do I like and even have the obsession of perfumes?
Just because the beautiful roses paint our bodies with it, so we become “the greatest paintings”.

Saturday, April 28, 2007

Thursday, April 26, 2007

Last Moments Of A Day

From my home in Paris


After a long day, you may think there is nothing but your pains and heavy thoughts... you may think that even many hours of sleep will not relieve you from the bottom...

Just a look outside... you will wish that this sunset freezes and stays forever...

Isn't hilarious how body's eyes can give the soul a sweet relax...

Tuesday, April 24, 2007

A Medical Meeting "en plein air"

Medical Conference
St Joseph Hospital, Paris
We are bored from cubic rooms, but mainly from cold lights!
We can do our "bronzage" even in the center of Paris!
And why not? can't docs have some fun?!
By the way, i was not late to the conference!
It is not the reason why the chair is empty ;)

Monday, April 23, 2007

Behind A Firewall...


(“How are you?”
Answer: “go to page twelve… line ten… column two”…
“How is everything?”
Answer: “:)” ":(" "I don’t know, but mainly no response!"
“I miss you!”
Answer: “go to link http://sdwjdijdif/...” you click and the response: page cannot be loaded because server is unavailable…
“I love you!”
Answer: “what is your ID?” “How much?” “When?”)
Many studies results show that we trust a computer more than we trust a human being… even more, we feel more comfortable if we talk about our inner feelings to a machine than to a human… we have always the fear that the “other” knows about our life… our weak points… our bad sides…
We hide our real names… our thoughts… our faith… our love even…
If we are asked, we respond with the maximum of frigidity… we react more to a word, just because we think that the feeling at its origin is well known to us… almost always the other person is the bad side… an emoticon touches us more than a real face reaction…
If I ask “how are you?” is just because I care about you, and you are still my human brother… I don’t want anything, and especially I don’t want to harm you…
All what I hate is to be treated by a computer or as a robot… I want to hear and see your real smile… to hear your voice… but unfortunately, it seems that the firewalls block emotions more than viruses and spywares…

Thursday, April 19, 2007

Good Morning Paris...


Every morning I wake up, to see the sky full of these lines…
I start thinking…
Will one of these take to me the one I love?! Or just take me to her to live the dream, which never leaves the heart of my brain…
I miss her, that’s true… she is the center, and I’m living in the North Pole…

Sunday, April 15, 2007

Everything Melts...


As the snow is another form of water, the frozen hearts are a different kind of love…
One day you will find and taste their reality…
You may hate them sometimes… you may not tolerate them other times…
You feel they are difficult to handle… even that they look beautiful…
Don’t keep away from them… all what they need is the warmth of your heart…
Approach and you will find they are not walls…
Approach and you will agree that they can’t just adore… but they are even a reservoir of love…

Yes! Even the coldest hearts melt…
Yes! Everything has to flow before reaching the depth…
Isn’t a good law?!
No one can leave without making beautiful changes to the earth’s face…

Friday, April 13, 2007

The Spring’s Fall


Even the flowers fall…
Yes! There is an end to every face of beauty… but the beauty is always alive…
And you, the flowers lover, don’t keep starring at what is on ground… don’t keep crying on what is lost… on what you are thinking “the life”…
Don’t scream… don’t hit yourself with the walls… stop saying “it is over”…
All what you need is to raise up your head… just a little move and you will see the tree full of “love fruits”…
Maybe you can’t eat them now… maybe they are still green…
But how do they mature if you don’t smile to them!?
Smile and please don’t predict the bad future… I will tell it to you: when the fruits fall, the earth will be full of trees and love…

Tuesday, April 03, 2007

Some Moments With Self...

Murmurs Of Silence by Gebran Khalil Gebran

I had being busy and tired... sometimes sick... until I forgot unfortunately what I must and what I must not do...
My skin color is changing as I’m following the current movement...
No resistance...
The depression and fear are playing on my fields... and the ball is between their hands, while I can't catch it as I’m growing "down"...
I'm living on artificial lights... the sun is away...
A small lie is nothing... so a big one is...
A small pain needs a huge reaction... so I break always something or someone...
Opening the window is not enough... neither opening “windows”...
Door... doors... same things... same feelings... same words... same discussions, to witch us didn't find a solution since one million year...

I need to be lonely these days... to hear the real sounds around me... chaos is killing me…
Ah! What I really need is being a child again...
To see as a child... to hear as a child... and specially to understand as a child...
I don't want to blame again... or to have anger in my heart...
You will see me silent for some days... don't break it...
When I will be born again, you will hear my voice... it will be a real voice, not just crying sounds... a real voice not an echo...
Pray for and with me...

Thursday, March 29, 2007

Different


Different thinkings...
Different sizes…
Different colors…
Different personalities…
Different origins…
Yet we are all the same… just stones…
Yes! We are just small stones expulsed by the sea on life's shore…
All our actions and future is just dependant on the sea movements…
What we are thinking as success, is up to how much we hide or destroy smaller ones…
Yet, no one chooses his color or size… no one chooses to be on the right or on the left…
While we don’t stop judging others with our small stony heads…

Do you think you are a big one?!
Don’t forget that a small wave can transform you into sand…

Monday, March 26, 2007

Look & Imagine

Ehden, Lebanon

Look at the sky and see the stars...
Look at the earth and see the clouds...
The cross is just a link between them...`
Just look and imagine...

Will You Do The Little Push?