She is the woman that contradicts Simone de Beauvoir's saying "One is not born, but rather becomes, a woman." She is the woman that makes your tooth pain seem like a trivial matter in comparison to the heartaches she causes as she deliberately passes by your side. She is the woman that makes your throat feel swollen and your tie to suddenly seem too tight. She is the woman that is able to take you to the seven heavens with a whisper; straight to cloud number nine.. She is the woman that erases all other women unintentionally and becomes without demanding the despot of your heart. She is the woman that sends you back and forth to purgatory and resurrects you with each unintended touch. She is the woman that will ask of you to burn Rome just to collect for her a handful of dust.
Malak El HalabiTags: love women womanhood woman-s-charm poetry-quotations
Be the man who has the spirit of a ruthless tiger, ravaging every dusty corner of my soul.
Be the man for whom I will tame myself voluntarily..
Be the man who can make me forget my birth date in moments of utter dellusion.
Be the man whose arms are my harbor, whose lips are my shore, and whose name is my only salvation.
Be the man who erases my past and draws my future with trails of roses and kisses.
Be the man who makes me sigh behind the windows of Poetry, longing to be written.
Be the man whose cigarette's ashes are confounded with mine.
Be the man whose voice moves mountains inside me.
Be the man whose eyes devour the innocence within me with every piercing glance.
Be the man for whom I will transform exceptions into rules.
Be the man who will dare to tear this poem from my hands.
The man who will rewrite with the uncertainty of the futur every single one of my verses.
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Now that your eyes are open, make the sun jealous with your burning passion to start the day. Make the sun jealous or stay in bed.
Malak El HalabiTags: inspiration sun morning rise-above
You dance the troika in the opening of my veins and I only protest with a murmur.
Malak El HalabiTags: passion surrender-your-love
He takes my breath away and proves to me that I don't need it.
Malak El HalabiKilling me softly, and I never felt more alive.
Malak El HalabiYou are to my soul what God is to a mother praying for her child at the altar.
Malak El HalabiTags: love deep-thoughts
I love you, just a little, as little as a single drop of water that contains the entire essence of the ocean.
Malak El HalabiTags: love deep-thought
I recall those beautiful summer mornings with my parents by the sandy beach of Belek. My father used to teach me how to ride waves. I remember him constantly emphasizing the fact that no wave, no matter how big it is should stir enough fear inside me to keep me glued to the shore. He used to repeat those words while glancing at my mother with a smile that could set the whole sea on fire. My mother, sitting on the beach, too afraid of the deep blue sea, contented herself with building sand castles, ones my father would step on trying to drag her hopelessly into water.
Step on your sand castle and dive deep. Dive deep into the unknown. Life is damn too short for building sand castles.
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Noah's ark is on the tombstone of drowning desire and I am walking furiously on water.
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