A Rogue Wandrer ...: Don't stop..believing, Journey

ـ "... إن فى الإنسان منطقة عجيبة سحيقة لا تصل إليها الفضيلة ولا الرذيلة ، ولا تشع فيها شمس العقل والإرادة ، ولا ينطق لسان المنطق ، ولا تطاع القوانين والأوضاع ، ولا تتداول فيها لغة أو تستخدم كلمة ... إنما هى مملكة نائية عن عالم الألفاظ والمعاني ... كل مافيها شفاف هفاف يأتي بالأعاجيب فى طرفة عين ... يكفي أن ترن فى أرجائها نبرة ، أو تبرق لمحة ، أو ينشر شذا عطر ، حتى يتصاعد من أعماقها فى لحظة من الإحساسات والصور والذكريات ، ما يهز كياننا ويفتح نفوسنا على أشياء لا قبل لنا بوصفها ، ولا بتجسيدها ، ولو لجأ إلى أدق العبارات و أبرع اللغات ... " ـ

توفيق الحكيم

Within man lies a deep wondrous spot, to which neither virtue nor vice can reach. Upon which the sun of reason and will never rise. In which the mouth of logic never speaks, the laws and rules are never obeyed, and not a language is used nor a word is ever spoken.
It is a distant Kingdom, beyond words and meanings. With everything is a sheer murmur offering wonders in a blink. From the depths of which, suffice a single tone or a flash of mind or a scent of a perfum, to allow rise of emotions, pictures and memories, a rising that will shake our being and open ourselves to things we can neither describe nor materialize even if we used the most refined of phrases or the most skillful of languages.

Tawfiq Al-Hakim.
(My humble transalation of the arabic text)

Friday, October 30, 2009

Don't stop..believing, Journey

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uDY2I5pni90

She's just a small town girl, living in a lonely world
She took the midnight train going anywhere
He's just a city boy, born and raised in south Detroit
He took the midnight train going anywhere

I seen her in a smokey room, the smell of wine and cheap perfume
For a smile they can share the night

It goes on and on and on and on..

Stangers, waiting..walking down the boulevard
Their shadows searching in the night..
Speed lights..people..
Living just to find emotion
Hiding somewhere in the night..

Working hard to get my fill, everybody wants a thrill
Betting anything to roll the dice just one more time
Some will win, some will lose
Some are born to sing the blues..And the movie never ends

It goes on and on and on and on..

Stangers, waiting..walking down the boulevard
Their shadows searching in the night..
Speed lights..people..
Living just to find emotion
Hiding somewhere in the night..

Don't stop..believing..hold on to that feeling..
Street light..people..

Don't stop..believing..hold on...
Street lights..people..

Don't stop believing..hold on to that feeling..
Street lights..people..ohhhh

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