Wednesday, February 15, 2006

Four Arcades


 

They were four arcades.

Their elegant curved contours flowing rhythmically through a story.

Like the soothing, imperceptible vibrato of his fatherly voice.

Four arcades, and beneath them, four windows peeking carelessly, incessantly at the past.

Waiting.

Waiting.

They look eternal.

Nothing remains.

Will we ever understand.

5 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Very nice,
The Picture and what might remain there !!!

Bob.
http://www.beirutlemons.com

7:22 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Another gem. Many thanks Fouad

Sam

12:51 AM  
Blogger laila said...

hi,
new blogger surfing around..
great website, keep it up!

5:05 PM  
Blogger DA said...

wonderful Fouad. Feels good to visit here..

4:15 PM  
Blogger Fouad said...

Glad you feel that way dimitri..

8:48 PM  

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