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 rises. 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)

Sunday, April 04, 2010

Of cities (1) - An old dream

She carried her small bags, and some how she managed to cross the sea, to the beautiful rainy city of gray and green.
She left the bags chez-lui, and they took the crowded bus, the red bus, where, of all the passangers, they sat in reverse facing the crowd; and they shared the fair, he paid 10 she paid 5!.
Where to? she wouldn't know the destination, but it was a park she can never forget.
There, the gray rainy city was sunny, the park was serene; with its tall tall trees, and golden green grass washed by rain and still a little wet, and the silky sunlight coming from between the trees... serene.
They sat on the grass, he talked and talked, charming and fascinating, she listened and listened, drawn and fascinated, till she had to stand up and leave... she was afraid.

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