Fadi Abu-Deeb
/ GreyThoughts.Info…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
Oblomov is the protagonist…
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... the last burst of joy in his life
Running beside the bicycle of his beloved woman
Drenched with nebulous…
By Fadi Abu-Deeb
…have come
From all those humid and warm bazaars
From those home-streets of pricking noise
From the fields of fanaticism that turned…
By Fadi Abu-Deeb
…in the middle of a snowy plain,
I throw my head upside down
Toward the forest behind
Like a child trying to…
By Fadi Abu-Deeb
…digging up the root of madness,
I behold the tribes of our planet
putting off the peels of civilization;
I try to ward off the rays of the black…
By Fadi Abu-Deeb
…an exhausting effort of trying to make the driver understand that he should stop on the hilltop “in front of the stairs that reached up to the cemetery road” at the beginning of that slope that descended towards my home. He could hardly understand my…
By Fadi Abu-Deeb