A Birthday Wish..

And I will do all these things everyday, untill they become the only thing you know

In the normal course of events, I come to this blog to formulate signifiers expressing subjects of love, of happiness, of joyfulness and gratitude. Today, her words call upon me to be their signified.

Sublime words concretized through hers; my loving her unconditionally, expressing to her the eternal existence of endless passion, conveying the negligence of her ever being wrong, where right always prevails in anything she does; became the only thing she knows and forever will.

7 days of utter happiness and magnificence she offered me in Turkey-Antalya, whereby 12 hours of thankfulness and 12 hours of glorification articulated each and every day. By her thankfulness I am glorified and in my gratitude she finds splendor.

Her divine words call upon me to be their subject matter, how could a modest Nomad not be her eternal lover. To her who kissed me good morning on the 4th of August 2015, I forever shall render her life an eternal passion. To her who signified my signifiers, I express a thank you for being my one and only perfect lover.

Forever I am thankful for the 7 days of utmost contentment. And for the 7 decades I say to you, my wife, I am forever your words’ eternal subject matter.

Happy second Anniversary Nardine my wife, the love of my life.



The 25th of June..

It seems selfish not sharing with you, Nomadic readers of my humble blog, a delicious meal for two.
It's wednesday afternoon, and sunset is lurking beneath the skyline. My wife and the sun playing hide and seek. As complex as it may be, the amber sun rendered my wife's citrine face gemstones of endless shining colors. And I, there, reflecting yellow tourmaline. Indeed deliciousness circumscribed the atmosphere.
Simple romanticism.

World's best mom..

Only angels manifest their mothers' wombs, and through this manifestation humbleness persists and love resides for eternity and beyond.
Today my angel's mother, my love of my life, my wife surprised me with a warm hearty souvenir of an ecograhy picture of our baby boy, presented to me on father's day, the 21st of June, 2014.
I love you too Nardine.

My surprise for brunch..

Today my jade surprised me in brunch with a pack she handled me for work. Moutheliscious freshly prepared exotic lebanese salade with the exact nutrients that will sustain me an always healthy husband and a future father-to-be.

Bon appetite With love!

Breakfast for a married Nomad..

They say marriage is an entrapment,  I say marriage is the liberation of happiness within; and through its confines satisfaction persists.
You only need to be married to discover that your wife has hidden such a delicious breakfast in your food basket- a freshly backed chocolate fondant topped with vanilla icr cream. Yum yum.

Thanks Nardine!

Dog walk...Story of a Chihuahua and a Bichon ..

It's a beautiful sunday afternoon, and the dog walk event is approaching countdown. Rules were simple, White tie on each dog to walk along their owners in a parade of peace, good will, frinedshipness and probably for "middle eastern reconciliation".
Let's not dwelve into middle eastern complexified fabrication. I'll leave at your eyes, kindly readers of my blog, pictures, some of which are crazy, some funny and others simply cute.
Enjoy and remember, dog is women's (and men's of course) one of best friends.

 that big guy wants to sniff my tiny ass! Mummmyyy!
Tell me, do I look good in this selfie

 Let's roar buddy!

 Sniffing, with pleasure.

 I need you, big guy, to help me get rid of that cute Chihuahua.

 Hi 5, big giant.

 watch out, a elfie is coming!

 

Late night tea...

"Number 1 Dust" tea from Sri Lanka ia an indispensable hot drink to sip at 2.30 a.m. after a long enjoyable family gathering night. Some scented candles, and let the tea party start.
Love you Jade!

On track to Sri Lanka -01

Boarding the qatari plane, we were alone sharing tender blinks with the plane's left side wing, as it hovers through lebanese territories. The pilot and the staff expressed extreme friendliness; the landing foamy and smooth.

Alas, waiting in a long long queue at Costa cafe in Doha intl airport, we managed to grab our foamy mocha along with their infamous blueberry muffin.

The barbie doll was sweet and tender, yet her sweetness was a mere reflection of my beautiful spouse, bride, wife Nardine ( revlon took part of the beauty role).

Nomadising Beirut

Yesternight we implored our ghosts upon beirut's alleys. Wandering around, our city was being ghosticized by shadowy characters. It took us only some time to realize that those shadow are ours. And we saw it was beautiful. Our mobile cams managed to freeze instances and representations of this ghostlicized romanticizing interactions in a yet to be a nomadised city, and we its catalysts/nomadisers.

يا بيروت،الأشكال الرحل زاروكي مبارح ولعبوا بظلاليك وبأضوائك ضحكوا. بشوارعك مشيوا.تعشوا على ألحانك ولياليهن بيض بضو القمر.وجوهن فرحت بالرغم من قلة زوارك لكانوا قلال، قلال ﻷنن هني بس لحبوكي.بيتمنوا منكن اﻷشكال الرحل من الفرجة على صورن وهني وبي بيروت يلي فضيت شوارعها من كل الحؤدين. وما بيبئا الا المحبين.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

the kiss.. and Zeus: Deconstructing an elegy

Two images amongst others that captured my camera's eye, at the museum. But the same images were also captured by someone else's eyes, different camera, different coordinates in time and space... but same "trajectories" and pre-conceptions.


I have always traced the mysterious equations of the lovers above,  and I leaped over logical deductions and causal reasoning, to unearth their variables and develop their codes.


But we come to question, first an foremost, the legitimacy of the language that could describe those equations of love. Language already did distinguish us from animals, and determined our perception of the world. Could it also excel in achieving a clearer view to reality of clearing up those equations.


We discussed in developing ways of thinking and understanding, and we might be close to develop "The Way to Love", hence unravelling the mysterious equations of its codes. It will become an activity, a process, not a system of thoughts or doctrines... But, what will the method's' be.


As ambigious as it may be, by declaring the irrelevance of and attempt to overthrow all prior memories, to revert the elegy into a poem of positive sentimental reflections, we can define A Way to Love, to unravel it's equations, its presuppositions and deconstruct its conceptions.


We can diminish ambiguity when we start to tackle the totality of human's sentimental and emotional endeavors. This is the condition of redemption, and this adds to the legitimate totality of divine beauty.


I came to see the world in no way one imagined, the way a nomad could only see. Perhaps it is good to have a beautiful mind, but a better gift is to consider a beautiful heart.