Nael Gharzeddine

“Here again, I follow a lightBecause I want to end that nightBecause I want to stop the hungerBecause I want to be much strongerBecause, all I ever dreamt to beIs living a life of boredom free I find my mind playing a gameTo seduce a divine cloud of sameOnes that rain only on meadowsThose who bare no signs of sorrows I sing and laugh, I dance and leapI tell her stories of a past too deepI study her well to know the wayTo make her happy, to make her stay But when she rains and I realizeThat she is not what she once wasAnd that my land did not growA plant of love that I don’t know I miss the sun, I miss the windAnd there this cloud’s story endsNo more dances, no more songsThere I count all her wrongs “You have to leave,” I tell her whyshe has to leave to free my skyfor other clouds, big and divinewill never wait nor stand in line There again, I follow a lightBecause I want to end that nightBecause I want to stop the hungerBecause I want to be much strongerBecause, all I ever dreamt to beIs living a life of boredom free”

“You insist it will end like others had. From yourself, for me you fear.You forget that I am different. Please trust the luck that brought us here. I say, give it a try, give it a chance; change your mind and spread your wing.I am too dear, you explain. Flying with you is a risky fling. Chances you gave to nameless faces showed you life in black and white.The light I see when I see your face makes me certain that I am right. Never the same again. I took the oath to wait.You would come around, I promised. You just need time. Nothing is the same with that oath to wait.You would come around, now or later... never too late.”

“Of your life, you sleep one third, work one third, and worry one third. If you want to change your life, what third would you change?”

“The future remains an extension of the past. Cosmetic change makes times different, but people stay the same. We love, hate, dress more, dress less, kill, procreate, build and destroy. We often forget then get reminded of feelings we had forgotten; pessimists prefer the past experiences; optimists prefer the new ones. Whatever you feel about it, remember it will never last, so make the best out of it.”

“Genuine, precious matter resist change; what does that say of human feelings?”

“Humans have little plan to get anywhere beyond their short term benefits.”

“He is a truly free man, who does not need money to live.”