Not like birds.. yes..
Not like birds.. the streets..
Do not build nests on trees.
Or on rooftops.
You won't lock it up.
It may contradict you in the dream.
A cup of coffee falls from your hand.
How many cups of coffee fell from your hand?
The signal is red. Pedestrians are crossing to the other side.
Supermarket cashier with scanner in hand reading barcodes with his electric senses
without giving him surprises.
And you cross to the other side..
The sun is approaching your head.
You look at the sidewalk.. as if you are looking at the sea waves..
Think of the missing fresh air.
Your kite that you lost..yes..that you lost..
All children lose their kites and are sad.
you didn't forget it..
You will never forget her..
On chairs, on a wall, on sand, or on water.
Draw your kite.
How often do you draw your kite?
don't want to lose it..
Yes.. you don't want..
Your surreal spirit.. does not accept..
Do not accept that the fog matures outside the streets.
And let the remaining air dry.
And don't blame yourself.. your surreal spirit..
To be simple, tolerant and emotional… your surreal spirit… is not accepted.
Omar Boukasem