Counting on Lebanon. [3iddo ma3e]
Bel Awwal...- wa7ad ken 3am bi3edd iyyemo bel 7abess w aymtan byotla3.
- wa7ad ken 3am bi3edd sle7ato w swarikho w kamm 3adou bitayyir.
- wa7ad ken 3am bi3edd iyyemo bel manfa w aymtan byerja3 ta ysir ra2iss.
- wa7ad ken 3am bi3edd mosriyyeto w dolarato w ya rabb ykawtro.
Halla2, t7alafo shwayy w saro...
- wa7ad 3am bi3edd baddo ya3rif el 7a2i2a.
- wa7ad 3am bi3edd kamm yom sarlo bel cheri3.
w ana, men wa2ta la halla2, w men warahoun...
- 3am 3idd iyyem el ghorbeh.
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this post reads:
At first,
One was counting days in prison, for the day he gets out.
One was counting his weapons and rockets and how many enemies he could kill.
One was counting his days in exile, for the day he returns to become president.
One was counting his moneys, hoping to multiply his dollars.
Now, they struck alliances and became...
One counting down to know the truth.
One counting how many days he's been in the street.
As for me... since, and because of them,
I'm counting my days abroad.
Labels: 3_squares, memories_ nostalgia, patriotism, politics, ramblings, sketches
posted by _z. @ 9:41 PM
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