O' the village As a born village-boy, An inner child is hiding in my brain's alleys, Running and playing inside the green memories. From the chirping wheat fields till the fresh wood, All around the vineyards, it's my neighborhood. The inner child ran up the mountain through the woods, Bouncing over the stream without wearing… Continue reading Poem: O’ the village
Here we go again! I've created another blog. "Another" because I used to manage a couple of blogs already. I shall force my mind to tell you how many exactly, so rather I count them using my fingers... ya3ni I list up my old blogs by typing: 1) Well... I could be about fifteen… Continue reading Why am I starting a blog?