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.

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!

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.