L'Étranger
"Hello," I whisper quietly to the solitary star in the sky, knowing it is on the brink of its ultimate fate—crashing into oblivion and...
L'Étranger
What greater grief is there than to be left on earth without experiencing life with you?
مرثية النخّلة
Endless ascent, perpetual descent..
Maybe?
Icarus was not failing as he fell but just coming to the end of his triumph
Some are born with a chasm, an unbridgeable divide in the walls of their existence
لكنهم لم يجدوني قط
La Mort de Marat
I must confess, my dear, that I am a poet and perhaps a little eccentric. It's just the way I am.