Penetralia & Aleppo
نوفمبر 9, 2019
Now, you can read two of my poems, Penetralia and Aleppo on this page. <https://www.adwa-almadena.com/en/news/page/144/Penetrate> Enjoy :) الإعلانات
الوسم: Romanticism
This Night, I Wonder What the Music Will Whisper to Me
نوفمبر 7, 2019
By Fadi Abu Deeb This night, I wonder what the music will whisper to me. Sitting under the wing of a Scandinavian forest, Before the vast presence of unending icy meadows, I face the moon, as two soldiers in a battle. I surrender my vanity, Ask him to be my guide, In the mental depth … More This Night, I Wonder What the Music Will Whisper to Me
This Morning, I Climb the Ladder of the Galaxy
نوفمبر 7, 2019
By Fadi Abu Deeb This morning, I climb the ladder of the galaxy, Travelling on the melody of a polar silence. I bask in the stretching frosty lands Staring at a cat who stares at me with wild amber eyes And we talk with the tongue of the forest Dead since the time of the … More This Morning, I Climb the Ladder of the Galaxy
“I Cry When You Utter Even a Single Word”
نوفمبر 6, 2019
By Fadi Abu Deeb (From “Prayers of a Syrian Gnostic”) She said: I cry when you utter even a single word, For the ruins of the primordial world Appear in your eyes. I cry because you’re such a child who tells superstitions and fables. I weep because of you, and for you You are a … More “I Cry When You Utter Even a Single Word”
Waiting for the Sun to Rise from between Her Cheeks
نوفمبر 5, 2019
By Fadi Abu Deeb Between the walls that Hermes has built And been adorned by the lust of the merchants, She wanders searching for a room to sleep Under the lights of the city. Then I invited her to my many homes Distributed along all of the lanes. But she rejected me with her eyes, … More Waiting for the Sun to Rise from between Her Cheeks
I Found you near a Stream
نوفمبر 1, 2019
By Fadi Abu Deeb I found you near a stream In the night that resembles the taste of water Between the silver mountains When the moon was cloaked, with the color of a dream inside a dream. you were asking: “Where do these bright pearls on the breast of the flowing body come from? How … More I Found you near a Stream
Lost Messengers
أكتوبر 25, 2019
By Fadi Abu Deeb Look at my hand In its palm, there is a galaxy. The trees near which I conglomerate are an uttering sea The atmosphere is undulating /Don’t be deceived by the absence of color/ I am the age of the universe And so are you! We were carved from the same love … More Lost Messengers
