Category: Love
Everything I know, I know because of love – (Tolstoy)
I’d better…
I Like You…
Pieces
This way?
In The Summer
In the summer
I stretch out on the shore
And think of you
Had I told the sea
What I felt for you,
It would have left its shores,
Its shells,
Its fish,
And followed me.
– Nizar Qabbani (trans. B. Frangieh & C. Brown)





