Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Life



Sometimes it feels as if I am that Leila being dragged away into the depth of the desert night, unnoticed in the crowd of the caravan; but strangely it feels as if, at the same time, I am the lover of that Leila, left behind, forbidden to be with her, to meet her, to have her; hopelessly watching her go.

Sometimes it feels as if I have been observing my life being lived.

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4 comments:

  1. AnonymousOctober 30, 2011 at 9:15 PM

    Loved it :) and I love this song,too.

    Salma

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  2. midnight/...October 31, 2011 at 10:50 AM

    boos :)

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  3. AnonymousNovember 4, 2011 at 6:33 PM

    Ahh. Forbidden Love. Perhaps the greatest Love of all. No? Hopeless indeed :)

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  4. midnight/...November 4, 2011 at 8:51 PM

    I think it very much depends on the person; I am not sure if it is the greatest love of all for me. That is the famous love story of the famous Leyli/Leila though. It is nothing new. And it will never get old.

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