I do not know if this is global warming, or the years irreparable outrage ** , or a combination of both elements together that ends up having because of my big carcass tired, and make me unbearable for me was once a source of bliss and happiness renewed.
Or is it sacrilege perpetrated by the mad career of the voracity that nibbled the tops eternal Mount Lebanon and Anti-Lebanon, opening the tremendous natural bulwark, huge loopholes through which rushes now sulfurous breath of hell Arabian; where the hammer beats the anvil of Iblis Satan, by an average temperature of 50 ° Celsius!
Unless this is deforestation intensive reduced to 8%, which covered the green areas there are still barely half a century, some 38% of the country.
However, I am now like the plague, the oven's been unusual from Beirut, which I expected the same once the beginnings radiant, more than a watchman does watching dawn ***
The bitterness of the past disastrous, humiliating and degrading treatment of this impotent rage before a nebulous future, are a combination made to denature the most hardened characters. To escape this fate as those without consciences and unconscious.
He was however a time when I dreamed of a state worthy of the land he received as an inheritance. From a system able to build on the seafront of Ain-el-Mraisseh locality, a synagogue, a cathedral, a mosque and a pantheon dedicated to free thought.
Four architectural wonders to the glory of wisdom, tolerance and spirit, which shone like diamonds in the sun, facing the Mediterranean lapis lazuli.
And as in times of Athens, Syracuse and Alexandria, Mother would sanctify his ancestral lustral waves the marble immaculate new single square of Beirut, in full view of a world and admiringly envious.
all this Bullshit! Megalomania primary and silliness of youth ...
Homo homini lupus . It is just that real!
As true as that made use of the petty bourgeois of Ashrafieh of their free election freshly (and developed by their care) recovered reconfirming without knowing the merits of Platonic discourse on man's worst enemy himself.
But the sad phenomenon of the shameless exploitation of the dead, and their exhumation intensive and routine, especially by the necromancers of the''culture of life ' in order to enslave them as candidates for parallel and Zombies, which brings me back shortly to the macabre world of George Romero.
Having realized the monumental stupidity that was the reinstatement of a electoral law archaic and inappropriate they were ironically the first to pay the price, the new discourse of their stupidity obscurantissime folds today on a new alternative (!?!) they know outside their scope, which consists quite simply in an electoral system based on the principle of relative majority .
On this I have no complaints as I know anyway, that's just unnecessary verbiage and dressing.
But has heard the pitiful nonentities who have not been spending a miserable fucking law allowing civil marriage (optional) pontificating today on the merits of a formula whose vicissitudes were nearly in 2002, bring fascism to power in democracies, the most prestigious history, I feel an irresistible grin sardonic invade me. With
still sincere regret n'entrevoir no possibility (but then none) to delight, he was not in the distant future, the show hilarious Roukoz Abu and Umm Hussein facing a relative majority electoral system associated with single-seat electoral districts and plurality voting. Unless
as the inexhaustible genius Lebanese do come again frustrate me to share my dream, to eradicating version consensual ...
But the harrowing moral and intellectual decay of my countrymen, their hateful political and religious certainties and all their wanderings as serious as they are, remain venial peccadilloes before the unpardonable sacrilege to have breached their own hands the unique splendor of their land, while wind has squandered countless graces which nature has filled their field, organically and irreversibly altered and their physical heritage and collective And their living space and lebensraum .
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In defiance of October, the star remains unchanged infernal zenith of the sky as the day of Gibeon, when the LORD delivered up the Amorites into the hands of Joshua.
the absence of the former field of carnage (and waiting for a new one), its cruel sweep today bare mountains and hills deforested; sources dried up and rivers of waste land of milk and honey.
And the sea dirty, stripped of its fauna and flora, back relentlessly to the once golden beaches, scraped up the rock and converted into garbage dumps. Fortunately
that eternity is not of this world, and in October will come after November closely followed by December and January, and that no force on earth can alter or change the order of things, and c is fine. Deeply
winter night, and forgetting.
Click on the soundbar and revel in the cockroach Urban and stylish Leonard Cohen.
Ibrahim Tyan.
* Jean Becker (1983).
** Racine ( Athalie, Act II, Scene V).
*** David ( De Profundis, Psalm 130 [129]).
