Port Of The Sun

While standing on the border, I couldn’t stop looking in the surrounding darkness…
There is nothing as powerful as you…
Your beams fill the heart, while the cold light can barely heat itself…
I’m staying here since you left the port and disappeared in the horizon…
I miss the colors… I miss the life…
Tomorrow will never be like today…
I will go with you in the eternal journey…
I will hold you tight even if I will be burnt…

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…

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…

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…