it's blowing in the wind

i want to lay beside you

like all that we had was never gone

i want to sit beside you without feeling that void between us

i want to think of you like the person i love, not the one i've left...

how could there be so much there and yet discrepancies scattered

could you care for me, not only having to be cared for?

you're my love but never could we be together again

ma3 el salaama Olmert

his parting words... the nerve

she sang

it was that which i heard that moved me. the sounds of her singing voice in our post colonial Beirut apartment. layed out by a seemingly sometimes neurotic Huda Fawaz turned Haddad

we sat listening to a mono recording from 1971 as she seemingly happy to hear herself continued dubbing herself live.

we witness

it was that which i heard that moved me

the sounds of her stories recounting history of Jedo Amin during world war one.

his letters attempting to interpret the state of war through the eyes ears and all other senses of a doctor...she not yet born

teta you are a charm

a pretty faced pretty voiced shaking old wrinkly lady that you've become

parkinson's disease moves you

and i am moved by you