I'm leaving in few hours to Paris. Finally the dreadful moment has arrived. Dreadful because I'm leaving the people I love and care about. It is nevertheless something I've dreamed of doing a long time ago. Being in Paris, walking those streets, wandering for hours inside the museums, being in one of the most romantic places on earth, speaking the laungage of romance.

I'm glad that my arabic poem was liked by most of you guys, it flatters me and might encourge me to post more later on. I will try my best to upload this journal as much as I can. I might also post pictures I'll take in my hompeage, so make sure to check that out.

I wrote this down on the way to Dubai:

You dug up my sorrows searching for joy,
It tickled you with feathers but stabbed with wooden spears.
I'm not made out of brass or alloy, I'm not a toy,
You have to know, that your happiness have been my tears.

Date: 19th September 2002
By: Taintlessness

It's still unfinished, thus untitled.

This is another poem I've written maybe 5 years ago...but this time it's not in the classical arabic.

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Next post will be hopefully from Paris, Live from the city of love.