To raise the eyebrow, I have no clear certainty about where “here” and where “there” is. A person lives in a place called “here,” while his soul, mind, and history…his entire being lives “there.” There is nothing that helps you differentiate between them except yourself, you who live “there” while your being is here! You live “here”, while you are all “over there”.
There, where the place was far away, many things happened, such as the collapse of a huge mountain peak, a series of collapses whose pain continues to this day… We were in pain, suffering, and burying our feelings in various ways. We were numbing our pain with great care by trying to stay away from the mirror… We were afraid of the unknown path, What we were condemned to was that we were preoccupied with our pain, as if there was fire in our tails, and we stopped everything, consuming our historical economy, which others were keen to multiply with love and glorify it with a national glorification befitting an authentic musical career. We stopped prematurely…
Carry me,
to anyplace;
here or there,
I was tired of travelling.
Painting by Amir Khatib
The Ovi 