hosny, 2 january 2012
At night in my atelier
At night when there is no light
Some like to hide
Some be in bed cover with lid
At night I like to see my inner bright
It talks to me show me your inner light
With my canvas, brushes and colors sit so quite
Waiting my inspiring angel
It helps me to get out all my bright and might
My canvas is blank and white
I hold my brush full with paint with my hand so tight
Yes I'm sitting in my atelier
But really I can feel that I'm flying away so highly
After a while I came back to my atelier
With a new painting really it's so great and mighty
hosny, 30 december 2011
LINES
For sure lines always guide
On the paper to read or
write
On the roads to take you
left or right
On the telephone to listen
or call the other side
On the earth when you seed
what you like
On the face when days take
its ways with time
On the stage when music
takes its allure lines
On the sky when sun send
its rays with warmness and light
All the time and everywhere
lines must be our guide.
hosny, 28 december 2011
The Story of River Nile with Egyptian Women
Once upon a time in the beautiful ancient
Egypt
The sun asked the river Nile
? From where you got this golden color
The river Nile said
It's the color of the Egyptian women skin
When they come to bath
I melt some of their skin's color
The sphinx asked the river Nile
From where you got this sweet taste? The
river Nile said
My sweetness is from the sweat of the
Egyptian women.
The pyramid asked the river Nile
Why you flooding up every year
The river Nile said
When i feel longing to have more women
The Egyptian men protested against the Nile
Please stop your sexual harass
They always come back asking for more
The river Nile asked
So do you give them what they need?
The Egyptian men said
Yes we must do..We can't resist their
temptation.
The same with me
The river Nile said.
hosny, 27 december 2011
A cold breeze crept to my window
Over my windowpane dropping its tears
With some begging words i can see her cry
Saying: let me in, I'm not a breeze
I'm the Goddess of love and beauty of Greeks
Lo, Aphrodite! ! ! Come in please
Through a narrow slot in my window
Under my blanket where she laid
Come lay beside me
How can you still be a breeze?
Beauty and love are not easy to see.
Beauty and love you can only feel.
Use the eyes of heart so you can see me and feel.
Both under the blanket
Please, teach me, please.
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