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Toutes les sciences oculaires
Ne valent pas un centime
Si l’horrible chant d’une guerre
Déclare la terre sa victime.

Me voici du camps des vaincus,
Condamné à garder cette sphère.
J’ai tant souffert, je ne souffre plus.
Je ne sais plus qu’est la colère.

Mais mon exil a tout détruit,
Et mes sciences ne sont plus les miennes.
Ma sagesse, mon invention et ma philosophie
Ont laissé place à une foi païenne

De l’homme. Cet être que j’ai tant haï
Fleuri, baignant dans son arrogance.
De guerre en guerre, il la préfère ainsi
Sa vie; absurde et pleine d’ignorance.

Mais me voici, enfin, figé,
Portant le monde, fatigué,
Gardant la vie de ces tarés,
Commençant à les aimer.

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« what are you so afraid of losing when nothing in this world belongs to you. »

I think of this quote way often, way more than i should.
Every time the sunset is too beautiful, the trees cast the shadows on the streets, and i catch myself missing old versions of me, of how everything used to be .. every time a train passes by and i just stand there, standing still in a world that’s constantly moving forward.

Every time i raise my eyes to the vast deep blue sky and the stars are flickering with light, a passionate light, showering the world with their magic. Every time the moon is following me down a long heavy road from home to home — a feeling I’ll never get used to. Every time i catch a bird doing its little dance in the misty rain and it all feels a bit too good to be true .. every time a familiar face passes next to me on a road busy with people, with life.

Every time i feel safe, scared, hopeful .. every time i feel, i am reminded of how « nothing in this world belongs to me, and i belong to everything. » Of how i have nothing to lose yet everything to experience .. what a wonderful gift it is that none of this grief i carry between the palms of my hands belongs to me, none of this beauty around me belongs to me. I get to live through it all. I get to experience it all.

Written by: Hadil Khalili

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