Hymne à l'amour

A part of me died tonight. A part that she conceived and nurtured, bit by bit, kiss by kiss, hug by hug.
You can't hate love. All I have for you is love.

Q&A

Q: sir, do you want us to resuscitate you, in case?

A: if I die, my son, I want to stay dead.

well

Hey Doc, I have been smoking 2 packs a day for 50 years. and what do I get?

...Prostate cancer.

hit

I told her I am sorry he was dead.
She smiled and said: thank you for your help.
She struck me with her placidity.

irony

life is so ironic. let me rephrase that. there is nothing more ironic than life itself. I saw her every day for a month, and we only talked on the night she was leaving. don't tell me that irony is not prevailing. my god. is there a god after all. if so, where was he? is this what every day should be about? was she the one to satisfy me? or are we never satisfied? we all want to be free.

statelessness

"where are you from?
I am from planet Earth, how about you?"

stairway to wherever

a lebanese
drinking french wine
driving a german car
using a chinese laptop
eating swiss cheese
wondring if this is the american dream.