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Dear Friend,
Do you know friend that twice a year I do a pilgrim to an old neighborhood in Riyadh where I can stare with a deep feeling of longing and love to the little house where I was born, where I enjoyed a period of time, that passed like a moment, with a grandfather and grandmother who enjoyed giving abundant love to their grandson, to the their neighbors and to whom they happen to encounter.
Yes, I keep going to the past, I keep visiting that dear neighborhood and I feel younger and more decent when I go back to my old places and times.
Yes, I go back to the past to shop for emotion, then come back to my present carrying bags full of feelings.
yes, I will keep going from here to there and from there to here . No one shall tell me to stop. I am the one who can tell them how to behave, where to start, where to fart, where piss off.

قيس بن الملوح قال:
وما حب الديار شغفن قلبي ولكن حب من سكن الديار
وانا أقول:
حب الزمان
ومحبتي لأترابي
وعشقي المعتق للمكان
ولتلك
اللحظات
واللواحض (أللاواتي ...)
وأزمنة
مسرعات
فررن
من مخيلتي
دون علمي
لا مباليات

So
Sit
Let me
explain
Why didn’t I
And why did I
Sit
And listen
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F. A. Fayez
Riyadh
5:x AM
19-Dec-3012
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mvdMXa8hdhI