Ziad Ghanem

Dead Can Dance - Rakim

Favored sonTurn in the gardenShades of oneSins forgotten

Favored signs to find hopeIn the rounds of lifeFavored rhymes to find hopeIn the sands of life

Favored sonFence in your heartSavored sonSins forgotten

Hope

"In the Autumn I gathered all my sorrows and buried them in my garden.

And when April returned and Spring came to wed the earth, there grew in my garden beautiful flowers unlike all other flowers" 

(Gibran Khalil Gibran - Sand and Foam)

Photo: Hydra Artwork

Lily Elsie (1886-1962)

Maid in Bedlam

Abroad as I was walking one evening in the spring
I heard a maid in Bedlam who mournfully did sing
Her chains she rattled on her hands, and thus replied she
"I love my love because I know my love loves me

Oh cruel were his parents who sent my love to sea
And cruel was the sailing ship that bore my love from me
Yet I love his parents since their his, although they've ruined me
I love my love because I know my love loves me

With straw I'll weave a garland, I'll weave it wondrous fine
With roses, lilies, daisies I'll mix the eglantine
And I'll present it to my love when he returns from sea
I love my love because I know my love loves me"

Just as she sat there weeping, her love, he came on land
Then hearing she was in Bedlam he ran straight out of hand
He flew into her snow-white arms, and thus replied he
"I love my love because I know my love loves me"

She said, "My love, don't frighten me, are you my love or no?"
"Oh yes, my dearest Nancy, I am your love also
I am returned to make amends for all your injury
I love my love because I know my love loves me
I love my love because I know my love loves me

Cristian Girotto, L'Enfant Extérieur (The Outer Child)

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