Picture Of The Moon , Gary Moore

Picture of the moon ,You gave to me that night.The stars were out to play,The moon was shining bright. However could I know , That it would end so soon?I was left with a picture of the moon.I was left with a picture of the moon...................All that's left is a picture of the moon.

بكيت ليه ؟

لازم أعترف أنى ضبطت نفسى وهى بتسأل أنا بأبكى ليه ؟ إذا كنت عارفة ومتأكدة تماما أن الموت هو النهاية الطبيعية لنا جميعا واذا كنت متقبلة تماما فكرة أن أى شخص ممكن يختفى من حياتى فى ثانية بالموت وأني ممكن أبكى للقرن الـ22 و المتوفى مش هايرجع .يبقى انا بأبكى ليه ؟ حزينة للفراق . أكيد . بس ليه ؟ يمكن لأنى ما قلتش إنى بأحبهم أو ما عبرتش كفاية عن الحب ده. يمكن لأنى مش هاستمتع تانى بصحبتهم و بحديث هادى و جميل. .يمكن لانى مش هاتعلم تانى من خبراتهم. .يمكن لأنى ماسمعتش كل ذكرياتهم. يمكن لأنى ما أستكفيتش من ذوقهم و أناقتهم . يمكن إنى خايفة أكون فى موقف حبايبهم المنهارين لفراقهم . يمكن لأنى عارفة حياتهم السعيدة اللى ممكن ما يكونش مكتوب لى أعيش زيها وحياتهم البائسة اللى ممكن يكون مكتوب على أعيش أسوأ منها. .يمكن لأنى ممكن أجمع ستين أو سبعين أو ثمانين سنة من حياة انسان فى ألبوم صور أتفرج عليه فى نصف ساعة. أو يمكن إنى خايفة إن شخص ما يفكر نفس الأفكار دى عنى ؟ والأسوأ ....محدش يكلف خاطره ويدمع دمعة واحدة. المحصلة النهائية للأسئلة دى كلها كانت إجابتها إنى فى الواقع إنسانة أنانية ...بأبكى علي نفسى

فى ذكرى الأشخاص اللى بسببهم بكيت .... م.ر - ف.ن.ا - ب.س - م.س و س.س

Soft Rock ;)

Oooooook , i'll have to say that i love rocks !!and my friends laugh about that :) . I love natural materials in general , but rocks have their magic for me . I wanted to be a geologist and coulden't but i studied geology after all ;) and i'm thankful for that. Of course the most PERFECT rock is diamond -and that's another story - but here i'll let some of them know about Gypsum , LOL .

Gypsum is a soft mineral, hydrous calcium sulfate. Gypsum is the standard for hardness degree 2 on the Mohs mineral hardness scale. Your fingernail will scratch this mineral—that's the simplest way to identify gypsum.It may be glassy with obvious cleavage, granular, or have a fibrous, satiny luster. It ranges from colorless to white to pink. The clear variety that makes up the wedge in the first picture is called selenite after the pearly luster of its cleavage faces, likened to moonlight.


Gypsum also forms concretions of selenite blades called desert roses or sand roses, growing in sediments that are subjected to concentrated brines. The crystals grow from a central point, and the roses emerge when the matrix weathers away. They don't last long at the surface, just a few years, unless someone collects them - second and third picture- .Most gypsum occurs not in crystals but in massive chalky beds of gypsum rock .

A Perfect end

Just returned from a friend's wedding , it's 01:40 CLT and i'm feeling great , not sleepy at all and with a load of thoughts to be recorded. The most important thought was that this wedding party was a perfect end for a far-from-perfect day , or may i say "week" . Funny how feelings are contagious, specially happy ones !!

I have got you under my skin,I've got you deep in the heart of me,So deep in my heart, You're nearly a part of me.I've got you under my skin.I have tried so, not to give in,I have said to myself this affair,Never gonna go so well.But why should I try to resist,When baby I know so well,That I've got you under my skin,I would sacrifice anything Come what might, For the sake of having you near In spite, of a warning voice That comes in the night, It repeats and it shouts in my ear,Don't you know You fool, You never can win,Use your mentality,Wake up to reality.But each time I do, Just the thought of you Makes me stop before I begin. 'cause I've got you under my skin.And I love you under my skin.

I've Got You Under My Skin , U2 & Frank Sinatra

Fate

They say Pisceans are spiritual !!.Well, i don't know about that , but i know very well that i believe in fate , more than alot of people think i should. But maybe i don't want
to mind bad luck after all ;) .Anyway i love to find a new expression of fate, maybe this is silly! , but i do . And since i like movies , i have a short list of nice expressions of fate that i'd like to share ....

My ultimate :)

Rick: Of all the gin joints, in all the towns, in all the world, she had to walk into mine. (Casablanca ,1942)

Karen Blixen: Perhaps he knew, as I did not, that the Earth was made round so that we would not see too far down the road. (Out of Africa ,1985 )

Robert: When I think of why I make pictures, the reason that I can come up with just seems that I've been making my way here. It seems right now that all I've ever done
in my life is making my way here to you. (The Bridges of Madison County ,1995)

Celine: But then the morning comes, and we turn back into pumpkins, right? (Before Sunrise ,1995)

Bagger Vance: Yes you can... but you ain't alone... I"m right here with ya... I've been here all along... Now play the game... Your game... The one that only you was
meant to play... The one that was given to you when you come into this world... You ready?... Stike that ball Junuh don't hold nothin back give it everything... Now's the
time... Let yourself remember... Remember YOUR swing... That's right Junuh, settle yourself... Let's go... Now is the time, Junuh...(The Legend of Bagger Vance ,2000)

................ زمان كان

..................بناء على اقتراح صديق – غالبا كان بيشاكل طوب الأرض سنة 80 – وبدل نكد الحاضر

(: مذكراتى سنة 80 بأثر رجعي

ربيع و صيف 80 – ماسكة شوية كتب مدارس قديمة و هات يا شخبطة . تسخين وإحماء للمدرسة . مع انى كنت اعرف اكتب من الحضانة . انما الشخبطة ليها سحر تانى.
أو – أتمرجح على مرجيحة حبل اربطها بدون إذن جوة بيت جدى و اتلف مفصلات باب . و كل ما الحبل يختفى ، أعرف أرجعه تانى .إزاى .......ماعرفش
صيف 80 – جدتى توفيت و بالتالى مقدرش اقول انى فاكرة ملامحها
أخر صيف 80 و يمكن أول الخريف – صورة التقديم للمدرسة. من أحلى صورى الفوتوغرافية للنهاردة. لازلت فاكرة الفستان اللى كنت لابساه فيها . جيرسيه وردى فى ابيض و الزراير لولى .ممكن يكون هوه سبب حبى لللألئ للنهاردة
خريف 80 – سنة أولى أبتدائى – المدرسة إيلين . أنا لسه فاكراها ، كانت بتحبنى جدا و كانت حلوة وشيك جدا . و كانت منظمة جدا . نوع إنقرض من المدرسين و المدرسات . دى من أعز الناس اللى لما اسمع اغنية أعز الناس أفتكرهم. ياترى هى فين دلوقتى
خريف و شتاء 80 – كل يوم أخذ مصروفى قبل المدرسة و أشترى به حاجة برضه إنقرضت . حاجة حلوة مصنوعة من العسل الأسود إسمها عسلية و كانت ضخخخخخخخمة و محشية فول سوداني .عمرى مالقيت زيها بعد كده . يمكن شبهها بس مش زيها ابدا. احيانا كنت باشترى حاجة عمرى ما سمعت عنها قبلها بتحريض من أصدفاء السوء وعمرى ما قلت فى البيت إنى بأجيبها و إلا.........فاكهة اسمها حرنكش. و ده سر يذاع لأول مرة لأن مر عليه 25 سنة

* لما الإقتراح طرح ، ما تصورتش إن فيه كلام كتير عندى عن سنة 80.انما و اضح اننا في ذاكراتنا بنحتفظ بأشياء اكتر مما نتصور. انا لسه عندى ذكريات لكن هاحتفظ بها لنفسى

بمناسبة زمان و اللى بيفكرنا بيه

Yesterday once more

When I was young ,I'd listen to the radio,Waitin' for my favorite songs

When they played I'd sing along,It made me smile.

Those were such happy times,And not so long ago,How I wondered where they'd gone.

But they're back again,Just like a long lost friend,All the songs I loved so well.

Every Sha-la-la-la,Every Wo-o-wo-o,Still shines.

Every shing-a-ling-a-ling That they're startin' to sing's So fine.

When they get to the part,Where he's breakin' her heart,It can really make me cry,Just like before,It's yesterday once more.

Lookin' back on how it was, In years gone by,And the good times that I had,Makes today seem rather sad,So much has changed.

It was songs of love thatI would sing to then,And I'd memorize each word,Those old melodies,Still sound so good to me,As they melt the years away.

Every Sha-la-la-la,Every Wo-o-wo-o,Still shines.

Every shing-a-ling-a-ling,That they're startin' to sing's,So fine.

All my best memories,Come back clearly to me,Some can even make me cry. Just like before. It's yesterday once more.