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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=471009" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Epic Of Sadness</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your love taught me to grieve<br>and I have been in need, for centuries<br>a woman to make me grieve<br>for a woman, to cry upon her arms<br>like a sparrow<br>for a woman to gather my pieces<br>like shards of broken crystal</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your love has taught me, my lady, the worst habits<br>it has taught me to read my coffee cups<br>thousands of times a night<br>to experiment with alchemy,<br>to visit fortune tellers</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It has taught me to leave my house<br>to comb the sidewalks<br>and search your face in raindrops<br>and in car lights<br>and to peruse your clothes<br>in the clothes of unknowns<br>and to search for your image<br>even…..even…..<br>even in the posters of advertisements<br>your love has taught me<br>to wander around, for hours<br>searching for a gypsies hair<br>that all gypsies women will envy<br>searching for a face, for a voice<br>which is all the faces and all the voices…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your love entered me…my lady<br>into the cities of sadness<br>and I before you, never entered<br>the cities of sadness<br>I did not know…<br>that tears are the person<br>that a person without sadness<br>is only a shadow of a person…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your love taught me<br>to behave like a boy<br>to draw your face with chalk<br>upon the wall<br>upon the sails of fishermen's boats<br>on the Church bells, on the crucifixes,<br>your love taught me, how love,<br>changes the map of time…<br>Your love taught me, that when I love<br>the earth stops revolving,<br>Your love taught me things<br>that were never accounted for <br>So I read children's fairytales<br>I entered the castles of Jennies<br>and I dreamt that she would marry me<br>the Sultan's daughter<br>those eyes..<br>clearer than the water of a lagoon<br>those lips…<br>more desirable than the flower of pomegranates<br>and I dreamt that I would kidnap her like a knight and I dreamt that I would give<br>her necklaces of pearl and coral<br>Your love taught me, my lady,<br>what is insanity<br>it taught me…how life may pass<br>without the Sultan's daughter arriving</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your love taught me<br>How to love you in all things<br>in a bare winter tree,<br>in dry yellow leaves<br>in the rain, in a tempest,<br>in the smallest cafe, we drank in,<br>in the evenings…our black coffee</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your love taught me…to seek refuge<br>to seek refuge in hotels without names<br>in churches without names…<br>in cafes without names…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your love taught me…how the night<br>swells the sadness of strangers<br>It taught me…how to see Beirut <br>as a woman…a tyrant of temptation<br>as a woman, wearing every evening<br>the most beautiful clothing she possesses<br>and sprinkling upon her breasts perfume<br>for the fisherman, and the princes<br>Your love taught me how to cry without crying<br>It taught me how sadness sleeps<br>Like a boy with his feet cut off<br>in the streets of the Rouche and the Hamra</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your love taught me to grieve<br>and I have been needing, for centuries<br>a woman to make me grieve<br>for a woman, to cry upon her arms<br>like a sparrow<br>for a woman to gather my pieces<br>like shards of broken crystal</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Nizar+Qabbani">Nizar Qabbani</a><div class=q>
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and I have been in need, for centuries
a woman to make me grieve
for a woman, to cry upon her arms
like a sparrow
for a woman to gather my pieces
like shards of broken crystal

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