Wednesday, October 26, 2005

Never Alone

 


Houses like stacked cubes, off-white and ochre and grey, balconies touching, whispering, roofs playing with hanging laundry, windows losing glances and promises, strangers, neighbors, brothers, kings, each remaining whole, yet all becoming one. Yes. This is Beirut. The city where I am king. The city where I'm never alone. 

2 Comments:

Blogger Lebanese said...

In the UAE we are not allowed to hang our laundry on balconies. :)

3:25 AM  
Blogger Fouad said...

In Lebanon, we are not allowed not to :)

12:12 AM  

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