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هناك العديد من الأعمال التي شدت أنتباهي في التلاعب بالصور .. أعمال عربية لمصممين من الوطن العربي .. أرجو أن أصل في يوم من الأيام ألى هذا المستوى الممتاز و الرائع !!! سوف تشاهدون معي هذه الأعمال أن شاء الله
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The martyr of loveI am still a stranger in your battlefield
My rifle on my shoulder, I do not mean to fight
My tears cutting  the ground under  your feet
You stand over my bleeding body
Your cold blade dripping your way out
You stab me, once and twice, you grin at my wounds
My blood meets the thirsty salty soil
They greet, they hug, they mate under your feet
They give birth to the wild bloody roses
Where every wound blooms once more
I hear your walk away, leaving my barren land
I pray for death to push the arrow deeper in my back
To take the last hopeless breath, the last breeze of love
Bury me where the old moon was born
Let my head rest in a land of cinnamon and honey
When the white hands arrive with their remedy
Tell them all my birds left me and flew north
I do not wish to heal, I do not pray for cure
Battered and broken, my heart left the shore Heart Shape PetalsThe broken flower travels
From the green abyss to the corners of my eyes
Sits there, waits the heart shape petals
Your angel suffers, a dying bird on my cheek
On my palms he drew the map
Don't follow me , he said, my heart is your light
When the sun comes up again, throw the ashes
Where the broken flower lives, as it lives no more
Where words dance, each in a different dress
Take my heart from the book of prayers
And let the river of sadness pours into my eyes
Thank you for your love, my last miracles
Thank you for your love, where God's secret lies I Write You DownA letter from here, from this cloud near
Coming from all corners of my fear
When I write to make my truth disappear
Every drop of ink, kisses the precious tear
I put words behind me, born to be tragedy
Chasing me to me, they come before me
I write you down, on veins, I write you
I write your face, eyes on drops of dew
Because, dying on sunny days is, funny
Life is stuck; yet, doors are so many Find me a CureSo come, tonight we incinerate this love
Let it die in a crowd, on those hills above
Like a shameful traitor, a hidden sinner
Let's suffocate the last breath, watch a death throe
I keep slithering through the deep fog
I thrust every wall, seeking your insides
You drench me then you let me breathe
You deprive my senses, taking what I need
When you break, when you grab and crush
You bake my soul, making me as such
Loosen up your grip for I can not endure
Heal my illusion, go and seek me a cure
How can it be this bright and obscure?
Help me toss him in an endless grave
Enjoy our revenge, and pretend we were brave
In the afterlife we tell God we tried to save
The lifeless love from the dark silent cave
Our love will stay there, as an eternal groan
But with our names carved on his headstone
We will shed tears; we will wear faces and grieve
But, how to mourn a feeling you could not believe

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