عندما تتسع دائرة الرؤيا يصبح الإنسان غير قادر عن التعبير ويصبح الصمت اللوحة الوحيدة التي يرتسم على محياها صورة الحقيقة العادية بطريقة لا منطقية .
لا أشك أبدا أن في داخل كل منا شعورا خاصا تجاه أي شخص كان
ربما كان شعورا بالإعجاب وربما كان شعورا بالحب.
وبين المد والجزر تعيش عواطفنا
بين المجيء والرحيل تتعب مشاعرنا
ولكن عندما نكون صادقين بشعورنا والقوة الدافعة ليست شهوة ولا نزوة, إنما إخلاص ووفاء
فلم نعيش لحظات الألم, لم يعذبنا التردد بالبوح, لم نسمح للألم بتمزيق قلوبنا وتشتيت عقولنا.
من يكن صادق في إحساسه ليقوله ولتقم العواصف بعدها.
تقتلني الحيرة والاختيار والكتابة في زمن ماتت فيه الكلمات وانتحرت الحروف وسقطت المشاعر في قاع النسيان.
أعرف أنه لا جدوى من الدموع في زمن صارت المآقي فيه صفيحة زجاج باردة, لا تتقن سوى لعبة الصمت سوى حكاية الموت والغربة والفراق تبعثرها على المطارح وفي ثغر الزهور.
اعرف انه لا جدوى من الصراخ ، لن يسمع احد ، سيتردد صوتي في وحشة الوديان ، وأبقى وحيداُ في وحدتي وتفكيري وحيرتي .
حينها سأعرف انه لا جدوى من أي انفعال أو حزن أو نظرة أو عناق .
الوحدة طريق ابدي، لكن كيف اسكت هذا الوجع في حلقي ؟
كيف اخرس هذه الحشرجة في أعماقي ؟
كيف أداري هذه الجروح المنكفئة في صدري ؟
أنتظر الموت يوما بعد يوم
لحظة بلحظة
لعله يريحني من وجعي من جروحي
لأنني مهما صرخت
لا جدوى من الصراخ
سامي حجازي
When the widening circle of human vision becomes unable to express
The silence becomes the only painting that is taking shape on her face a picture
Indeed the regular way does not make sense.
I have no doubt at all that within each of us a special feeling toward any person who was
Perhaps a sense of admiration and perhaps a sense of love.
And the tidal live our emotions
Coming between the tire and leave the feelings
But how we feel when we are honest and the driving force is not lust nor
Fancy, but sincerity and loyalty
Did not live for the moments of pain, not agonizing Balbouh frequency, did not allow the pain
To tear our hearts, and distracting our minds.
Not approved of in the sense to say and do after storms.
Kill me, confusion, choice, and write in the time it died words
Committed suicide and the characters and emotions fell at the bottom of oblivion.
I know that no point of tears, at a time when the plate glass epicanthic
Cool, not only mastered the game of silence, only the story of death and alienation
Dispersion and separation on the dumps in the mouth of the flowers.
I know it is useless to cry, you will not hear a single voice would be hesitant in
The desolation of the valleys, and kept alone in my unit and my thinking and confusion.
Then I know he did not avail of any emotion or grief or look or
Hug.
Unity through the eternal, but how to shut this pain in my throat?
How do I shut this Rales in my heart?
How Adary these wounds Almenkvip in my chest?
Waiting for death day after day
Moment by moment
Perhaps my comfort zone of My pain of My Wounds
For no matter what I cried
No point in shouting
The silence becomes the only painting that is taking shape on her face a picture
Indeed the regular way does not make sense.
I have no doubt at all that within each of us a special feeling toward any person who was
Perhaps a sense of admiration and perhaps a sense of love.
And the tidal live our emotions
Coming between the tire and leave the feelings
But how we feel when we are honest and the driving force is not lust nor
Fancy, but sincerity and loyalty
Did not live for the moments of pain, not agonizing Balbouh frequency, did not allow the pain
To tear our hearts, and distracting our minds.
Not approved of in the sense to say and do after storms.
Kill me, confusion, choice, and write in the time it died words
Committed suicide and the characters and emotions fell at the bottom of oblivion.
I know that no point of tears, at a time when the plate glass epicanthic
Cool, not only mastered the game of silence, only the story of death and alienation
Dispersion and separation on the dumps in the mouth of the flowers.
I know it is useless to cry, you will not hear a single voice would be hesitant in
The desolation of the valleys, and kept alone in my unit and my thinking and confusion.
Then I know he did not avail of any emotion or grief or look or
Hug.
Unity through the eternal, but how to shut this pain in my throat?
How do I shut this Rales in my heart?
How Adary these wounds Almenkvip in my chest?
Waiting for death day after day
Moment by moment
Perhaps my comfort zone of My pain of My Wounds
For no matter what I cried
No point in shouting
sami hejazi
