دعني أحرق الماضي بجمر عينيك.. دعني أحرقه ورقة ورقة..

كان الوطن الذي اجتاح كل ابتساماتي في الغربة.

I love you, just a little, as little as a single drop of water that contains the entire essence of the ocean.

There was warmth in his large piercing brown eyes. The kind of warmth that tucks a child into bed. The same kind of warmth that dries your wet hair on a rainy December afternoon.

When the wind blows in your face,
when you feel you are losing your head,
when the going gets tough,
and when all else fails,
look inside you,
you are not alone.

Build my night with your cheeks.