a thousand nights have made me older … colder …
I can’t remember how it all started. it feels like a nightmare..
when I look at my past I feel I’m two people or maybe I lived two lives, one before the crisis and another one after it started… that one before is a long long time ago …
now I’m there in my room watching some pictures of the old times in Damascus … yes it’s a thousand days that feel like a thousand years …
this picture was taken in days like these four years ago near Christmas time. this years no lights will be lit …
in order to build you need years and years but in order to destroy , you only need moments.. will I see these lights again in Damascus ?
Al-Must'arib (the vocational Mossarab) 