المشاركات

عرض المشاركات من مايو, 2012

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Place: Coffee shop in Cairo                                                    Time: 5 pm

Cairo 2011 z: I  called you randomly. I was close to where I knew you have been living for the past 5 years. a: I didn't pick up z: I called you twice a: I don't even remember what I was doing Cairo 2005 z: I took them to that place where they make great burgers a: I love that place z: you got me addicted a: I didn't even recognize you  that day z: you had started smoking a: You didn't look like the you I know Cairo 2007 z: we added each other on facebook a: "Mabrouk" z: I didn't answer a: I thought you had been offended z: I think I was Cairo 2002 a: we weren't even 12 z: I don't think we had hit puberty a: we hadn't z: what was it that brought us so close? a: how could you forget? z: the music a: yes, the music Cairo 2012 z: Do you remember me? a: Your handwriting hasn't changed, I would know it anywhere Cairo 2004 z: The guitar lessons a: you never took it seriously z: you took …

Just another blog post

Scene
Close up: A bathroom sink – white porcelain basin adorned with roses all around. A story unfolds in small calligraphy entangled with the roses to end with the quotation "As the redness of this flower, I'm on fire with love". The camera takes a close up shot of the last line. Cut.
Ripe
The first rose was an accident I think. The predictable outcome of your sweetness. You're just the right measure of honey. I scrape your back and under my nails are the few droplets which I want. With you, I rarely need to rearrange my taste buds.
Near the old buildings – those of the woman you cherish so much. The heat sometimes does not exist in the winter. Sometimes, it dissolves into the coolness of walls much older than you and I. Sometimes the heat escapes in the ripened color of fruit wanting a caress of lips and teeth.
There – in the dissolved heat – I put her gently in the folds of the dyed skin that hold all my unnecessary necessities. Gently so that in her ripeness her petal…