Sunday, 22 November 2009

A Definition for CRAZINESS

Craziness is
carelessiness with
gentleness,
agility with confidence
and not obeying easily,
stubborn with skills,
using experience to
overcome,
overpass
and live the
freedom while
respecting others' private issues,
and spreading a joyful atmospher that
no comment but craved to join and
enjoy.

Eccentricity

Crystals in Rocks;
Pearls in Shells;
Container forms the meaning, and
"A Observadora" gives it the value.

The light from your bosom
burned up the mind;
The soul cried, was
pulled off the body;
The fingers got burned
inside your hands;
Nerves sank deeply in your boliing blood;
The mind became empty;
In the middle of silence,
western winds carried me away;
Dreams left,
where we left our feet,
the bare feet talking to the roots;
What left is smile,
and an empty mind;

The heart got a wound by a thorn,
passing by the beautiful garden,
the red green brown enchanting garden.
Of serenity in presentia,
the rose wounded the heart;
The soul's light burned up the mind;
The nerves sank in the honey,
the bees got angry;
The catastrophy of the nature;
The body was carried away by the winds,
with an open heart and empty mind;

"Goodbye," when be said sometimes,
promises to save a smile for good;
Say goodbye for the western winds,
carrying the souls,
the trees' leaves,
"Triggering the last scream before death,"
the roots, away,
taking off the what the containers hold,
leaving silence and a smile;
The catastrophy happened;
Nothing to say but
triggering a short laugter because of pain and
helplessness;
After a goodbye,
a smile is perpetual.

في صدرك

ضممتيني
انفتح صدرك فابتلعني
اضاء عقلي الفارغ
بلهب ملأ السكون


أعيديني إلى عالمي
لا أستطيع أن أكمل طريقا
في صدرك
أورد عمرا من الشمس
إن الشمس مما تحملين مشتعلة
إن الأرض مما تملكين تغلي

أعيديني ، أرغب عقلي الفارغ
لا أحمل حمل عقل مثقل
من أحمر وأسود
من الجنة لا نعلم
من الأرض نتعلم

احترقت أصابعي في يديك
غرقت أعصابي في صدرك
انشلت رجلي حملني شوقك

أعيديني إلى عالمي
ضعيف هو أنا اسمعيني
اذكريني في المشرق
أو المغرب
لن أؤذيك
إن تعثرت في صدرك
سأولمك
إن غربت مع الريح ستذكريني
ستبتسمي
ستعرفينني
ستأخذين من أنفاسك
لتنفثي لي ريحا شرقية
تحملني إلى حلمك
تحملني إلى كم من الأحلام لانعرفها
لو حلمناها لنسينا
أحلاما كم ظننا أنها الوردية

أحلام السكون
عقلي الفارغ
وصدرك الحنون

أعيديني إلى عالمي
مللت الجنون

شمالية والنجم ضيفها

مايلة والليل مسـاها،
شمالية والنجم ضيفها.

زرت الحزن ليلة،
تاب الحزن وابتسم من حزنه.

سأزور قلبك ليلة ،
فيها الماء تجمد ،
لن أطيل الجلسة ،
أود فقط أن أسمع همسة.

سآصل مملكتك بحلمي ،
فيه الينابيع تتفجر.

اشرقي قد بات القلب تخدر،
غربية و الشوق أضناها،
نسي النجم دربه،
يترقب شهابا يدله.

شمالية،
ولعيونها مابان للنجم ظله.

تخطف جناحاها قلبي،
تتبعها عيناي حائرتان،
رطب الجو بعد طول شقاء،
تتبعها عيناي تتساءلان،
شمالية أم غربية هي؟

Saturday, 21 November 2009

غربية رياحها

غربية ، و من بعيد الشرق أدمعها
صار الحزن نكتة عصرها ، وسميرها
من كثر الحزن ما وجدت غير بسماتها
و من بعد الأرض أبعدت هواها
ومن كل الوقت ما طالت مناها
ليلها أسود و البدر اختفى ورا سحاب سماها
ولو طلع البدر ، كان أحمر من لون شفاها
اختجل من لمع خدها
جمال البدر راح ورا خيالها
ومن الحزن ما عادت إلا تضحك و بقيت بسماتها
غربية ، لما هبت رياحها
لتسافر بقلب كان كل عذابها
غربية ، لو عرف وجهتها فارسها
وصل لها ، و ضمها بعد ثلاثينها
فارسها فوت وجهتها
بصيفها ، لكن بشتاها عرف طريقها

2 a.m (GMT+9), 21st Nov.

Thursday, 19 November 2009

Listen to the Rain

Listen to the rain

when comes with smile

with graceful acoustic

plays with the earth for a while;

o' smell the scent,

when everything has drunk,

the earth laughs like,

a wet lady with balck

long hair,



Listen to the rain,

talking to you

listen to the rain

you won't feel lonely



The rain came for you

for me

for the earth

Wednesday, 18 November 2009

Just around 12 O'clock, in the Lab.

Today, I arrived my lab at 7:30 am.
Colleagues started to come around 9:30
They don't say: “good morning”
From around 11 o'clock there were half of the total who left their desks, grouped to chating and laugh.
After some time one of them started to hit the keyboard aggressively. He is the one that once I had asked him if he's angry!
He negated.(He has told the story to our professor who laughed!)

Today, he is not angry as he told me (hehe!), but the keyboard's noise just cuts off my thinking chain.

In the early times in my lab I noticed the keyboards and what caught me is how they are heavy and strong material made. Why they are fabricated like this? it doesn't need. These keyboards could be used as a bridge above a river for passing cars!

Today, I think I got the answer of my wondering.


Around 11:30 one of them actually, the assistant professor, got a fax, I think the fax text's written in English. And, then they grouped next to my ear and started to discuss and laugh!

I just open my textpad and wrote the passed lines.

There are a lot of stories. I will split my life-time in Japan by half. The first half to live the stories, and the other half is to write them.

11:55 am. 18th of Nov.

Monday, 16 November 2009

Turmoil

An eye in the sky it's your vaingloriness,
Your glare dedicated not a thing but,
The blindness,
Whatever you cherish you won't live,
the bliss, 
You cherish wind, rain, fire, mountains,
moon, sun, heaven and stars,
And, you forgot,
you won't feel them,
without me;
I will take my pillow,
Dream of you,
Your lips, smile and laughter,
Your kindness which you forgot,
Wishing you happy dreams,
Every night,
Hoping your heart wake up,
Hoping you overcome your egotism,
Your turbulence!

A Blame on your Guiltiness

Blaming me with avariciousness,
Forgetting your carelessness,
Closing my eyes dreaming of yours,
Of us being together in happiness,
But, when I open them I see your indecisiveness,
When you walk away,
I stair at you,
Trying to find a clue,
I call you again,
You don't stop to see my sadness,
When you just walk away;
You are blaming me while,
you left our rose in dryness;
You forgot your kindness;
I do not blame you but,
blame on your guiltiness!

لو اكتفيت بشم الورد

لو اكتفيت بشم الورد
وتركت الورد في الأرض
لبقي الورد في عمره

كيف فكرت في عمرك
ونسيت عمر الورد
وسرقت الورد من أرضه

أخذت معاك الوردة
سهرت معاها أخر ليلة
كنت في فرحة
لكن كانت هي تودع آخر ساعة
وهمك أنساك شقاها
وهمك أخذ عمرها

لو اكتفيت بشم الورد
وتركت الورد في أرضها
لغنت لك الورد كل العمر

نسيت عمر الورد
ونسيت عمرك
تشم الورد
وتسرق أرضها
وحبك لذاتك أخذ عمر الورد

Thursday, 12 November 2009

Me, You and the Mirage

The aloofness between me and you is
the like as the
distance to the mirage
the moment shows

Make any chance
seize every single one
there is no way to
run away

The dream of your embrace
while sniffing the skin
resting the bosom
shedding the tears of
peace, grace and
security
nipping the lips
yearningly

The hue of red
does not satisfy the bed
the trees are getting rid of
their leaves
for a lonely voyage

Mirage can hide a mountain
Snow can cover the desert
the mountain could be climbed
the desert could be crossed
but cannot meet the mirage

No silence with
the dream of your face
having a sweet cheek
does never mean to eat
my cheese

Staring at the red hue
at its reflection
for a long long and
long time
hoping paint my glass
hiding its slash

The distance to mirage
when mirage does being
or even if does not
simply no difference
in both the distance is
enigmatic.

Sunday, 8 November 2009

Incipiência do Japão -- A Chapter of Seven Months and Seven Days

"I am in Japan, I am in Japan, I can't believe it!"
At Kansai Airpot, early April 2009.

"But, wait! Where is the smoking room? I need to smoke.. for more than 13 hours I haven't smoked"

To Minoo, the first accomodation.

A monorail to "Saito-Nishi" at 11 PM.
Fog, cold, and luggage, with a map in the hand.

Walking with care, and sensing the directions.
This is a campus, oh looks like a university campus.
Entered the public female bath, no signs, asked someone, she was with wet long black hair, and a big smile, and a little help got, moved forward.
The cool thing's that the name of the dormitory is written in English.


Played Mafia with new commers (from different countries), made new friendships, first night was, a dream came true and, a dream.

The first week was amazing and,
I was extremely with joy but,
the first days,
the seven,
never happened again.

The katakanization:

"geirofriendo, elevaitaah, escalaitaah, leeedah, boyofriendo, ...."

Do I know english?
I think I am not good in English!
But, wait, I am good in English, but what kind of English does Japan use?

Whatever your English was, the Japanized English is of another dictionary of vocabularies.

Do You Have Pointo-Caahdo?
Sorry!
semimassen!
Ahhh!
--Poit card?
yes!
O' No.
Do you want to apply?
yes, please!
arigatooooh

This is something that will live with you as you live in Japan!
Everyshop in Japan has a point card, and now I need another wallet just for the point cards!!
Insanity and stupidity and non-customer-orientation deal!


The Bicycle?
I got one during the first week of my arrival.
The reason:
To discover the area with banana price!
Just a map or two will be enough, smelling the roads, wondering about the new things of Japan civilization.
Don't worry there's a W.C every km!
And, you won't feel lonely because everything speaks in Japan.
And, if you do, just use a W.C!

--What is the Coolest thing in Japan?

I used to go out early and come back around 3 AM during the first week.
Sleeping hours per day were maximum 2.
One road made me feel so much excited called "171" --in abbreviated slang Japanese Street lang. called "inaichi"!
The thing made me wondering and glad, the many car shops and motorcycles found all along from Toyota - Lexus, Yamaha, Ford - Mustang, Harley Davidson, Ducati, and etc.
Plus, the international shop CARREFOUR!
Feel warm!
The road by itself reminds me sometimes with some KSA's.
I had a small accident with a bike.
I also on a rainy morning, riding fast, slipped dangerously. Fortunately, no cars were infront of me, no people, and I didn't bite the ground after long distance of skiing!
It was a freedom for me.
After 5 months I sold it!
For many reasons...

A Unique Friendship -- Me & My Psychiatrist
The night still not night for me,
I couldn't distingush the morning from noon, from...
The Jet lag survived....

--May be later I'll tell you for how long I've been with mal-functioning biological clock!

The Japanese classes;
Ah sorry!
The intensive Japanese Lang. classes,
the teachers,
the dorm,
the sleepless residence, actually teenagers!
the Japanized parties (nomikai!)
(Drinking parties)
According to my poor information, I used to think a party could be once in a month,
or OK. once in a week, usually weekend!
A soccer yard there outside,
Alcohol glasses and bottles in the bars,
However, the dorm was a basketball, soccer, ..., stadium!
The smell of alcohol everywhere, almost everynigh there was either a game or a nomikai!
It seems like the students were having some troubles!
May be? do you think so?
hehe
Finally, I wrote a complaining letter for the office,
the following day they got warned, that night the dorm was with peace,
the rest of the following nights were much night club- like, not like exactly!

Oh' do you know how many students committed suicide last year in this campus?
What! no.
Around XXX
ooooh!

The linen washing day!
The bottles
The bus schedule
The kitchen that I cannot call it a kitchen at all!
The W.Cs that are abused to the bottom!
The internet connection, no mis-connection!

Never mind.. I can handle, my mobile phone will connect me.
I can connect my laotop and have internet connection via my mobile.

The barbeis!
And, one of them got a cut!
--I will talk later about the barbeis, please wait a bit!

So, my stubborn body and, its bio. clock, and the said factors and others were,
playing a big role in my sleeplessness!

Yes, I like cafe, and I need to drink a cup of cafe after a long day!
But I used to drink cafe and sleep before Japan.

My attitude in the Japanese program was degrading,
I started to hear comments,
And, I felt I am risking somehting!
My situation is not OK!
And, I have to prove that I care and serious but something out of my hand.

Have sex!
Drink,
Go to some clubs or,
and the list is not short!

Do you have a girlfriend?
Do you drink cafe at night?
Do you eat well?
Do you have friends?
Do you spend your weekend with friends?
Tell me your everyday routine...
...
.
The questions' list is longer than a novel!

Why did you come to Japan?
Do you like Japan?
What did you do last year?
Is something bad did happen to you last year?
With whom you have been living before you came to Japan?
With whom you are living now?
Tell me about your objectives....
Who did help you last year?

emmm' drinking is good for you, because.....
but you don't drink,
oooh!

Actually, you have insomnia, and it's OK I will prescribe for you pills,
and you will be sleeping.

Please, would you write to Muraoka sensei, a letter descibing my situation and explaining to her my problem?
-Yes, of course!
Arigatou!

After some sessions...

So, how many kids do you have?
"This is my question to him"
hehe
What is your specialization?
....
And, then we started to talk about books in pshychology as I was reading one.
My psychiatrist got enthusiastic and,
it seems like he was the one who needed a Psychiatrist!

Please, would you call Muraoka sensei and tell her about my situation?
Yes, of course,
goodbye!
hehe

The Dinners

During the 2nd Month I lost My Glassees
For many reasons,
until today, I've been not wearing glasses!
As I didn't know why I lost them?
But, now I know why?
As we say "A coind has two facets!"

--(laitaah!) = later!
hehe'

Osaka-Homesickness, Nara, and the Pina Colada Glass
I've got new cafe beans -"Organic El Salvador",
And a cup made by Givenchy.
It was cool to leave Osaka!
I arrived to Ikoma,
Francisco lead me to the bar,
New friends, 
Another chapter in Japan..
I had soya beans sweets,
I dedicated to friends,
To break the ice!
We were cool, and
I said: "It's nice to be at NAIST!"
Asked the waiter: "Anything without Alcohol?"
"Yes, what would you like?", the waiter replied,
Please, a glass of Piña colada.
I said: “Mauricio, I feel Osaka-home sick”, 
He replied: “Me, too”;
We huged and the “piña colada” glass poured down and fell to the floor and broken!
I said: “Mauricio, I am not feeling home sick anymore, are you?”
He replied: “Me niether”;
It seemed like the “piña colada”
cured us when poured!
From now, Any time we get home sick we go to bar, order a “piña colada” and pour it on ourselves!!
hehe!
And, it seems like we didn't just break the ice, 
more, we broke the glass!
The glass when broke never be back alike!
Unless it's molten and formed once again!
But, do you think it will have the same characteristics as before?
Does the glass miss something after it getting broke, molted, and reshaped? 
I got a phone call,
told that I was seen in a dream!
O' God this not the perfect time for dreams!
After the karaoke,
A long screaming night, rock singing,
and pipe smoking!
I arrived my new home,
I was so tired,
But, I took my first cup of cafe,
with the new cafe beans from El Salvador,
Sipping with a Givenchy cup!
It was 3 at dawn.
bom dia!


My Friends from Brazil
The Coolest thing in Japan!

*An advice: if you don't have brazilian friends, simply you have no friends!


The Mental Revusal

I said: "I just psychologically cannot communicate in Japanese Lang."
"I feel bad, hurting myself!"

"Don't worry," my professor responded!
And, described my situation as a mental revusal!

What is The Coolest thing in Japan?

In Lebanon, I didn't feel Lebanon is mine.

But here, I feel Japan is mine!

A coolest thing in Japan.

And this is the Day Seventh after the Month Seventh,
in Japan.
The Incipience to Japan.

--Of course there are a lot of positive things, and things that you say sometimes I would live here forever.

Next time, I will more positive things, which are a lot, too, and the origanization, and the systematic life style sometimes you think it's a good place to live.
Of course, control may life easy and beautiful most times..

I advise everyone to experience Japan, for a month, a year more or less.
And, just seee.
in Albanian: mermenjuz,
and we know the rest:
bom dia,
buenos días,
おはよう ございます,
صـباح الياسمين والجاردينيا
I will try to japanize the Arabic one...
hehe


See you later, continuing some stories and with more stories of the Months' Seven And Seven days!

hehe

Saturday, 7 November 2009

Since Nineteen Ninety Seven

Lonely nights;
Darkness,
but only,
the office lights,
with the silence;

With my computing machine,
and mind fries
memories,
and the eye also,
never wiped away tears;

With books accompany,
but what I am reading is,
my diary;

The deep need,
from here to leave;

The wish to clean,
the planet from wastes;

I washed my notebook,
many times,
but still remain
the all lines;

I threw it away,
out of mind,
but keeps creeping
to my dreams,
and bites,
pieces of joy,
tranquility and stillness,
turning the raining to lightening that,
the shore becomes volcano,
the sea turns a desert;
I merely forgot the desert,
and want to make sure how the sea looks like;

I don't like my dreams,
the erase of memory that,
never happen when the core keeps,
the sculpture of the face who,
has been living there since
nineteen ninety seven;

No one would have suffered,
if the scultpture was returned
to the shore,
to the rock,
to the sands;

I have thrown my notebook again,
and ran far away;
Got white papers for
new lines that,
I thought but,
when I was filling my pen
with the ink,
my old papers
fell down from the sky,
just to here, to my left that,
I couldn't believe and,
came to my dreams again that,
if they were real in,
nineteen ninety seven,
this truth would have never been realized,
this mistake would have never been committed that,
the core, the memory, the soul are
grateful for a story teaches that they
learned that they learned one thing that,
to know they know nothing and,
one day they will learn that,
what they learned is one thing,
they still know nothing since,
and since before, nineteen ninety seven;

Mistakes have been committed,
the truth lies in a mistake that,
was not the first nor the last but,
the moonlight was there in,
nineteen ninety seven.

Moon knows more than me,
Moon knows how to change,
and knows how to be always beautiful in our eyes;

Before nineteen ninety seven Moon was
my dear friend.

Rule No.° Zero

Keep with you the remedy, always.
Carelessness with elegance,
You never guess when,
the moment you get infected by,
the pick-the-pilow at night that,
a kind of illness,
we usually experience.

This is the rule no. °Zero;
Do you remember charlie's Angels?
Do you remember your first love?
Do you know what was the mystery of your first love?
Simply, the love that never comes again,
I don't think it's the love, but a kind of that,
you see it always absolutely beautiful that,
you've never had the chance to see the ugliness,
the carelessness and the carefulness,
the sexy part is always shines,
the silky navy masculine,
the silky pinky feminine,
the illusion that has been never contradicted.
The paradox nature of the world,
makes the first love straight and beautiful,
always, have regreted and to some rock escaped to retrospect that,
you became ill,
that you didn't have the remedy,
that you didn't apply the rule no. °Zero;

Being a Romeo is not fantasy anymore,
And, I like Charlie's story,
who has three angels,
But I've never asked him if he is applying the rule that,
I call the "Rule No.°Zero,"
and, certainly, I like charlies' Angels.