SAMA

What may prefer a rain drop when she comes back to earth? Hitting a hard surface or landing off on a rose petal? Melting in the thirsty soil or kissing a hungry heart? How would a rose like the water coming from the sky? A merciful or just a donator? A healer or just a doctor? In medicine, a topical treatment can be beneficial even more than a systemic one… In life, cooling a tired heart is surely more efficacious than giving a cup of water… Treat the cause, and don’t be lost in the appearance of things… Even tears may dehydrate a human being…

When The Colors & The Light Collide How do you define the colors? Aren’t they the bleeding of every surface when hit by the light’s swards? Aren’t they the shining daily beauty that sleeps every night, to wake up on tomorrow’s hands? Aren’t they a mirror that transforms the light in every single eye into mind’s ecstasy? Can I simply say that they are the light, as the light by itself is a mixture of colors? Is everything we see, simply a story of refraction?? Do you want what I believe the colors are? They are a soundless sex between the light and the materials…

Many have attempted to dissect the world’s most devastating financial crisis. Economists have analyzed its numbers, politicians have debated its consequences, and journalists have chronicled its unfolding tragedy. Yet, amidst the clamor of experts and the eloquence of those who govern the world, one question seems to have been forgotten: What of the poor? What of the vast majority of humanity, whose voices rarely find their way into the halls where the fate of the world is decided? Perhaps, in these troubled times, a poor man smiles more sincerely than the whales of Wall Street or the sharks of the European bourses. Not because he is untouched by hardship, nor because he possesses some secret knowledge of the markets, but because he has nothing to invest. Not because he fears losing his millions, but because his entire fortune may amount to ten dollars—or perhaps even less—with which he must feed himself and his family for the day. How can a man fear losing what he has never possessed?...

How would be our life if the darkness is the only kingdom? What would be our dreams if we can’t see the light of tomorrow? How may look a sky just with the far stars? **** Millions of years have passed and you are still a big secret… Another unanswered “why”! You may not be as cold as they said… not silent as you appear… As when we move, you walk with us… When we cry, you cool our hearts… When we depress, you take our look up… **** Why do we feel so close to you? Is it because you are the only one who stays awake, while everyone is comatose in his bed? Is it because you can see our tears, while no one can see our dark side? **** You are not God… We are not too… But why are you there? Why are we here? You, you keep the “black” alive until tomorrow… And we, we don’t stop wondering! ****

The sadness waves are not stopping hitting the shores… The destructive wind of anger is yet stifling every form of life… This endless storm does not want to move away… Every burnt heart is being smashed roughly each day… Everyone that resisted has to die more than one million times… Every scene must be changed by force, with no single way to peace… Hard seconds maybe felt as days, and months as years… But there is no eternal darkness… There is no endless sadness… Do not keep inside you anything but love… Its seeds (love) will make every heart rise again… and know that the tears of pain are and will be always the ones of hope…