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Originally Posted by shadow1  The convulsion could have very well been a shiver of ecstasy.
Listen to this line In One of Fairuz songs to Barada.
هواك يا بردى كالسيف يسكنني
It could mean the stench from the river had the effect of a sword on her lungs. That of brutality and pain.
Or it could mean It was such a beautiful scent emanating from the clean water of the river, it evoked in her a feeling of security which only weapons provide. And the sword is such an instrument steeped in old myths and tradition.
So it could very well be that the country is struggling to regain this joie de vivre it once had. |
Convulsions can be quite ecstatic when whoever feels them also sees a chance of revival. I just can't figure out if the sight is a "fleeting glimpse, out of the corner of my eye" or a mirage that the tired hopeless mind projects.
There's also this hopelessness in Nizar's words that wraps the verses in a leaf of despair.
يا بلدة السبعة الأنهار .. يا بلدي ويا قميصا بزهر الخوخ مشغولا
ويا حصانا تخلى عن أعنتـــــــه وراح يفتح معلوما، ومجهــولا
هواك يا بردى كالسيف يسكنني وما ملكت لأمر الحب تبديــــــلا
I guess there's no passion without desperation afterall.
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Originally Posted by shadow1 And there are so many grumpy people around who just dont want to enjoy themselves. |
Oh nevermind the grumpy bunch. They are too interested in palavers than to concentrate on the "vivre", let alone the "joie" of it. I guess They have other pleasures to pursue.
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Originally Posted by shadow1 It's nice Beirut is trying to regain its party reputation. It's a first step to becoimg a happy city and a noisy one.
Back in the old days People had great fun, they used to look forward to partying in the summer, the festivals especially Baalbeck. Of course they were all oblivious to the fact the country was brewing with troubles. They welcomed it as excitement added to summer fun. |
As for Beirut, i don't think it can be qualified as a city or a capital to start with. Each and every person has his own definition (even borders) of this noun. Beirut is a slippery patchwork of so many and so much different communities that it's practically impossible to see all of them happy at the same time and for the same reasons.
But to be fair, Beirut does offer varied and interesting times that can cater to almost anyone who can find her/his own spectacle. The problem is that it takes some time and effort to find them.
Some people ARE having fun in this day and age shadow, each in her/his own way. The recipe is quite simple; they just forget about the unbearable pity for the suffering of others. Whether it's a positive or a negative thing to do.
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Originally Posted by shadow1 Be positive man even if you dont believe it. This way you control a position from both ends. Why risk being negative just to find yourself right one day? The victory will be hollow as all eventually are. So not bad to be wrong sometimes even if it gets you better results. |
Thank you for the thoughtful advice shadow, it is absolutely right.
My small amount of delusional haughtiness does sometimes get in the way of what should be a modest sense of carpe diem.
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P.S: did you hear Fairuz's relatively new song "beyti zghir bi canada" ?
بيتي زغير بكندا
ما بدي يزوروا حدا
إلا اللي قلبي اختارو.. قللو سرارو
لشو فتش بهالكون
وبعرف السعادة هون
بقلب بيتي الزغير بكندا