Diana Krall


peel me a grape

Amr Diab


❝ There’s a place to which we both return,
even if we are separated by distance,
but no doubt I’ll return even if this distance 
was that of a whole country!
You are in front of my eyes, in every place!
You are in front of my eyes, in every place!
We shall be meeting again,
and I deeply long for us to be reunited,
I could never give you up…
You are in front of my eyes…
I can’t take it anymore!
I’m unable to put how I feel in words…
all through the night and even when I sleep,
you are always in front of my eyes…
There will come a day when we’ll be reunited,
we promised each other this…
and even in this absence, there’s still hope……
You are in front of my eyes, in every place!
You are in front of my eyes, in every place!
We shall be meeting again,
and I deeply long for us to be reunited,
I could never give you up!
You are in front of my eyes…
I can’t take it anymore!
I’m unable to put how I feel in words,
all through the night and even when I sleep…
you are in front of my eyes……… ❞
osad einy

i am you are i am you؟?…


Think of me as if you caress a shadow into the deepest fog.
Whispers to the nights and to the days, my name
but in the whisper of your whispered thought.
From where did I come in your thoughts
and why I came… why do you recognize me,
even if we didn’t meet, why do you feel me,
even if I do not touch you, don’t ask yourself!…
Just whispers my name. Even the moon and sun
are waiting for the whisper of your whispered thought.
A thought you have dreamed, and you have lived about…
I am You are I am You are I am You are I am You؟?…
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if you forget me


❝ I want you to know
one thing. 
You know how this is: 
if I look 
at the crystal moon, at the red branch 
of the slow autumn at my window, 
if I touch 
near the fire 
the impalpable ash 
or the wrinkled body of the log, 
everything carries me to you, 
as if everything that exists, 
aromas, light, metals, 
were little boats 
that sail 
toward those isles of yours, that wait for me. 
Well, now, 
if little by little you stop loving me 
I shall stop loving you little by little. 
If suddenly you forget me
do not look for me, 
for I shall already have forgotten you. 
If you think it long and mad, 
the wind of banners 
that passes through my life, 
and you decide 
to leave me at the shore 
of the heart where I have roots, 
remember 
that on that day, 
at that hour, 
I shall lift my arms 
and my roots will set off 
to seek another land. 
But 
if each day, 
each hour, 
you feel that you are destined for me 
with implacable sweetness, 
if each day a flower 
climbs up to your lips to seek me, 
ah my love, ah my own, 
in me, all that fire is repeated 
to me, nothing is extinguished or forgotten, 
my love feeds on your love, beloved, 
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.❞
Pablo Neruda in a manner of Madonna