SAMA

I'm going to give her the flowers hand by hand :)

The Best Of Lyon

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...

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 o...

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"!

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...

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…