I adore winter, it is the season of hoarding life... It is the resurrection of the soul after stillness... I will not talk about the splendor of spring, the warmth of summer, or even the solemnity of autumn... I am talking about water that quenches the veins of the earth, about a snow-white carpet that takes care of the buds, the roar of thunder, the roar of the wind, and the hail of hail on the windowsills It's all a cosmic symphony that sounds for the sleepers to hear... If it's time to wake up... And all of this I don't adore winter!!
Thoughts about winter
- The winter of this year tells me that inside me... shivering with cold... and that my heart has been dead since the fall... it withered when it withered... the first leaves of the trees... then it fell when it fell... the first drop... of rain... and that every cold night increases it further... inside the stone.
- If winter comes... and its winds move my curtains... I feel, my friend... I need to cry... on your arms... on my notebooks... if winter comes... and the nightingales are cut off... and I become... all the birds are without homes... Bleeding begins in my heart... and in my fingertips.
- The sky is overcast with clouds and the rain is washing the faces... the movement of the roads is stable... the streets are crowded with people... a little rain does not stop them from fulfilling their needs... but some of them are worried about this atmosphere and some of them find them happy and active in these times... but they are sure that it is a day of the winter night .
- Oh, how afflicted winter is its nights...and its days, and how harsh it is...when I empty the fire of my dormant hearth...and my heart is immersed in its grief...I only listen to the noise of the hurricane...between the palm trees and willows.
- The rain is pouring heavily...the streets are confused...the shops are closed...everyone is hurriedly looking for something to protect him from the rain...and here are the children fleeing to their homes to take refuge from the rainwater...the doors are closed and the windows are tightly closed.
- I remember your winter love... and I beg the rain... to rain in other countries... and I beg the snow... to fall in other cities... because I don't know... how I will meet the winter after you.
- Winter will come... and the universe will utter its breath filled with dreams... and the sun will gently wipe the forehead of the earth, and reduce its burning
- Winter will come... loaded with meetings... and white mornings...
- Winter will come... and I will be with my friends... we will drink coffee, and talk about things that are only appropriate for us... we will laugh until we cry.
- In a past winter we were together, before the crowds swallowed us, raindrops fell on the gray road, as if those drops were my tears, and that road was my face... I felt a bit cold on that winter evening whose wind swallowed my voice, but there was a sound that sent warmth to my heart as it contained my estrangement and loss Our steps are between thousands of steps... That was Fayrouz's voice.
- Life is still going on and hope is still there... Those drops are still pouring down... They knock on your window gently... So you go to look at it closely... And you stand in front of the window... Watching the beauty of the rain, then you smile... And you forget your worries... Even for a few moments... And you will feel With nostalgia for everything... for your childhood and for those years of your life that passed... you will yearn for hearts you missed and feelings you forgot... you will close your eyes... and relive the tape of... your dreams... with love... you will forget, eat, what is in your heart... from black dots ... When you see the purity of the rain... Remember all your beautiful qualities... Which you have forgotten... By doing.
- In winter... the rain falls, washing away the hatred of the breasts and the blackness of the hearts.
- In winter... the sky thunders, reminding every tyrant of the power of the mighty.
- In winter... every harsh person realizes that the cold... is very harsh!
- I love winter without summer...
- I adore winter... because when it rains, the pigments are removed from the faces, and everything returns to its original state without deception or fabrication!
- I adore winter... because the rain always makes me feel reassured, because there is a God who will not waste us!
- I adore winter... because the warmth of that friend's feelings is transferred to my palm when I shake hands with her, and it warms me!
- I adore winter... because that power that makes you get rid of your warm covers in the middle of the night to bear the cold water - makes me feel the warmth of God's love!
- I adore winter... because drinking a warm drink on a frosty night among people who love you and you love them is enough to fill the earth with warmth!
- I adore winter... because it always reminds me that whoever loses God and loses love... poor!
- I adore winter... because in it I only enjoy the beauty of the sea and the beauty of my city after the exodus of (the summer residents)!
- Oh the whiteness of the snow, the purest of the clouds, the eyes of the birds, the neck of the antelope, the letters of love in the middle of the book, the book, do not go beyond my desk, the question that we did not find an answer to, the answer that makes everything difficult for me, the happiness that erases the days of torment, the torment He has my eyes rejoicing... Oh the brook of longing with the eyes of the mirage... Oh the mirage of whoever embraces him, he drinks me... Oh, the presence that fills the world with absence... Oh, the absence that captivates my thoughts captivity... Oh my beloved Jack, the messenger of admonition... From a tremor, heal all the people of play... Your absence has cried eyes that are not afraid... From Close to the people, not the foreigner.
- Wow, a heart whose color is so white...but it does not freeze with snow...its sense of the coldness of happiness and glee...the longing for your goodness in the air is igniting...it flows from the udder of clouds as if it is...milk. And the black clouds milk him... and the earth, after weaning it, returned to... the bosom of winter, a little wooing... receiving it with joy. And not as a visitor... Rather, a lover lays down in her bosom... Then the fire of nostalgia melts him and flourishes... The land of love is covered with snow and becomes happy... (Without taste) its trees are irrigated... And its fruits are numerous with its taste...
- This is the snow descending from its heights... Were it not for the humility of this snow, it would not have fallen... And here is the earth in its most beautiful charms... She adorned herself like a bride and wore a robe... And the birds rejoiced in the air rejoicing... And he chanted this wedding celebration... And every branch bent at his waist for joy... From the ecstasy of dancing until it made him drunk... And if you look at the trees, you think of them... as brides that no eye has seen for them, for example... and where you look, the horizons have put on... the dress of purity, and you will not be satisfied with it in exchange... until it is as if the plains of the earth have changed... from their color towards a color that gives hope... and wherever you walk, there are swans around... even if you get a little closer Perhaps he flinched... And the snow on the ground is like flat brocade... So how do you walk on brocade in shoes?
- This is the snow, how splendid its softness... How beautiful it is in the plains and mountains... And the cold is sweet when the snow brought it... If it weren't for him, this cold would not be bearable... And how happy we were with him, as he embraced... the face of nature, and was sweetened by kisses... We thought that we had tasted its sweetness... And wherever it came, we enjoyed it The frying pan was in it... And how much fun we had with it while the earth was laughing... And playing with snow did not leave us ashamed... And how often we were struck with it, and everyone was delighted... And beating, except with this snow, is not before.
- This is the snow, and he came to us with his splendor... And he came with goodness until he closed the paths... And he came carrying that which gives life to the dead with him... With your burden, O our thirsty land, with what he carried... Even the ulcers revived them with an introduction... So he came with revelation and inspiration as it rained... And every snowflake touched my eyelids... I wish I had heard it flirting... How much We would like the snow to exchange love for love with us, and after today they are not gone... I wish this snow would last and hearts would be washed with it, and it would not leave any ailments.
- No two lovers... they remember... my heart is on a moon... petrified in a place... and it is said... it was... while I was on the asphalt... under the wind and rain... pierced by heaven... doors do not open in my face... two hands do not extend towards my hands... my eyes are on the winter moon...
- The time has not yet come for separation... We still have time... for giving and taking... If my heart is filled with admonition and grief... my heart will not be overwhelmed by longing and love... I am drowning in love for what is around me... like grass drowning under raindrops... so the dust around it will disappear and it will become smooth and shiny... like sunlight in the middle sky clouds
