Et Dieu créa la Femme...

Et la nuit tomba
Enveloppant la terre,
Avec son rideau de mystère.

La lune était pleine,
Les étoiles scintillaient,
Et le vent avec ses grandes poches pleines,
Distribuait tous les délices des odeurs d’orients.

Tout appelait la merveille,
Qui s’éveilla à son tour,
Et créa un monde de miracles,
Un monde des milles merveilles

La music des petits habitants de la nuit
Appelaient à la danse.
Une étoile filante a son tour,
Apparairent, invitant les souhaits….

Tour était beau…
Une ambiance de plaisance gouvernait.
Tout était beau…
Mais l’Homme resta insatisfait.

Il marcha leurrant,
Dans ce petit coin de Paradis…
La tête souciant,
Ne savant qu’est ce qu’il dit…

Et Dieu créa la femme.
L’homme sourit.
Il se sent comblé,
Il est complet…

IF...

If Adam & Eve were Chinese we would be still in Heaven because they would ignored the Apple and eaten the Snack...

Memories...

Memories…
who said that memories are the most beautiful thing in the world?

It’s true that happy moments are things we like to keep alive…

We all have or knew happy moments/ memories that we like to go back and take as refugee from time to time in deep sorrows or lonesome time…

Yet unfortunately, memories hurt sometimes, and it’s not necessary the bad or unpleasant ones but also good memories can have bad impact on us too…

Sometimes it’s hard and painful to remember joyful moments especially when knowing that they are lost forever…

Sometimes we wish we never lived such moments… We may believe that we have forgotten them… and we convince ourselves about this that it becomes so true…

You may believe that they are already way behind but they are like Pandora’s Box; once open you can never close it again…unless after some considerable time…

Memories… as much as they are pleasant, as much as they are heartbreaking…