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On Love

I wish to write about something that is hard to explain, only mystics and poets since time immemorial have been coming closer to describing this indescribable -feeling of Love.

This feeling has been a central theme of our lives here on Earth. Everyone wishes to experience Love, to love and to be loved. The love that we know between men and women is something that allows this world to go on, generation after generation. But it is not all just about procreation, is it? I am telling myself, it cannot be, as I have my own way of seeing this ‘act’ between souls. Read on as I paint the canvas with an ephemeral vision in my heart and soul.

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Perspective shared on PAGES

This post is a rough transcript of a short talk I gave at the event organized by my creative mates from Casablanca. They are doing something great for expats in this city as well as Moroccans. Presenting people with an opportunity to gather in an informal atmosphere to share some stories, mingle, meet new interesting people and simply have a really pleasant evening. There hasn’t been an event of this sort before in Casa, so it’s a truly a brilliant idea.

Check their page, don’t forget to like it, they really deserve it:

https://www.facebook.com/pagestheothersidesofmorocco?fref=ts

I was invited to speak there yesterday, it was so silly of me to get sooo nervous, but I didn’t get a chance to rehearse the speech and that made me loose a line, but the reader will never know, so read on..

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Summer Dream

“In all things of nature there is something of the marvellous.” Aristotle

It was one dark, quiet night, the air was so still that I was afraid to disturb it with my presence. I was out in the country, where I could spend some time away from all the hustle and crowds, noise and pollution of the big city; here the stars could be seen much better.
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Parting again. Words unsaid

Should we get sad parting with people?

But when you are travelling you are bound to say farewells time and again, why to get sad every single time?

People who are used to saying ‘Goodbye’ rarely cry when they bid their farewells. Not because they love less or their hearts are colder, but from a calm acceptance of transitory and temporal nature of things. As well as, and I will quote Rumi here, since I cannot agree with him more, or say it in a better way: “Goodbyes are only for those who love with their eyes. Because for those who love with heart and soul there is no such thing as separation.”
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