WE WERE SIX ON A FLIGHT


We were six

Differnt colors, differnt skins

Differnt  tounges and differnt lungs

Differnt hearts and differnt minds

Differnt eyes and differnt hands

Differnt clothes and differnt flags

We were six .. in a desert

 We like differnt food, we eat diffrent food

We like differnt actors

We listen to a differnt music

We speak in differnt voices

 W shout in differnt tones
W hate we love in a differnt ways

We were six on a mountain

What's right for me maybe it's wrong for you

And what's wrong for you doesnt mean it's right for me

I write in my right

And you write in your left

I like my chewing gum blue and you like it pink

I like cats and you hate dogs
I am dark and you are white
And a million diffrent thing
But do you know what
I am tired from saying differnt this and differnt that

We were six in the middle of the sea
You like snow and I pray for it to come
You desire the sun and I see it in my son
You read about me in your fairytales
 Like an animal with a tail

We were six in the sky
I know your language
But.. you don't know mine
I read your books and you summarize mine
What do you want me to be
A "Shiekh" with a cart
Or a poor man crying for his right
No sorry for disappointing you
I am not neither this nor that

We were six on a flight
I am sitting next to you
Do you see me
Hello..
Echo echo
I am speaking to you
Do you hear me
Or it's that hard
I am number 6 and you are number 5

We were six in somewhere not far
In news they said
People died
I smiled
Do you know why
Because death doesn't care
If you was black or white



Emile Saba
9:53
thursday

 

lit's my first letter in this blog, i hope it will not be the last..

a little really in my mind now in this real moment, but it does'nt mean that I cant creat anything to write about. words.. soem people call it the production of mind, something more logical, and intlectual but i prefer to call it the sound of the heart. when you feel depressed and frostrated, wanting something but you cant have it, sometimes in those moments dreams seemes pretty far from reach.

evreyone of us passsed this stage in his life the stage of not knowing where to go, or what to do, as being trapped in a glass box in a middle traffic jam wishing to go out but if you did a car might kill you at once .

for this reason and other reasons i use words to express my feelings, my mood, my desires and dreams. and .in magical way these words in a moment between midnight and dawn it become a breathing creatures