Today my mom retrieved me an old cassette of mine :), back in time when I was young I used to buy blank cassettes and record my then favorite music on them so that I could have a tape full only of songs that I like and nothing else.
I would play those tapes on and on endlessly while I did what ever I had to do, play, cook, study , any thing . Today I relieved the situation again, it was like a deja vu :D cooking to my recorded music. It was great and funny in a way :D .
Funny because mainly I smiled at the cheesiness of some of the songs I chose to record back then :D :D I guess I can attribute that to the age I recorded it, the adolescence, little did I know about good music I suppose but probably my taste was under-development back then. I mean I had good music as well, but some songs in that tape I would never ever include in my favorite song's collection at all.
One of those Songs i'm sorry to declare is Lady, Kenny Rogers. I guess maybe in this particular song it is because it was almost a stable in every wedding I attended through the 1980s and early 90s , so may be I coupled it with romance as I imagined it back then :D :D Today If I'm choosing a romantic song to include in my romantic collection I'd probably not choose a song with that same atmosphere as "Lady".But then again, It might not be that cheesy after all and I just grew up and believe that romance is much more complicated than the simplicity of Lady ... don't know!.
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)
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)
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