Fadi Abu-Deeb
/ GreyThoughts.Info…Christmas and New Year’s Eve I return to Satie’s music to understand my short Parisian stay and what happened in front of that flaming stove two days after André…
By Fadi Abu-Deeb
… am not exactly happy, but puzzled—like a garden when the sun begins melting its snow too quickly, uncertain how it will appear to its…
By Fadi Abu-Deeb
… not sure why, that night, I insisted on taking you to that small bistro on the pier of the stormy bay at the town’s northern edge. It was closed, as was customary on such evenings, but I asked George, who lived next door, to open it for…
By Fadi Abu-Deeb
…in the village house,
in the heart of green amber and fierce glimmer,
I climb to him through the olive groves—
in the silver silence between…
By Fadi Abu-Deeb
…hear those undulating chimes
coming from the depth of the forest?
Do you see the village
spell-bound by the music…
By Fadi Abu-Deeb
…wavering glimpses in my head—
The scene of a luminous curve in a valley road
The zest of a new morning in a sunny pavilion
Whispers of promises telling of a coming…
By Fadi Abu-Deeb