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Explore #8 - 16.05.2009 & Explore Front Page


If I were another I would have belonged to the road,

neither you nor I would return. Awaken the guitar

and we might sense the unknown and the route that tempts

the traveler to test gravity. I am only

my steps, and you are both my compass and my chasm.

If I were another on the road, I would have

hidden my emotions in the suitcase, so my poem

would be of water, diaphanous, white,

abstract, and lightweight ... stronger than memory,

and weaker than dewdrops, and I would have said:

My identity is this expanse!


From If I Were Another by Mahmoud Darwish

From The Butterfly’s Burden (2007) by Mahmoud Darwish, translated by Fady Joudah


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Dedicate to all my friends, Thanks for your warm messages for my birthday, I really appreciate. :-)



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Mosque: Sameer Al Mahmoud Mosque

Location: Al Rifa' , Sharjah

Taken And Edited by: |§| فدى الامارات |§| ™


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fresh air

EXPLORE 29/03 #006 !-}

Palmyra (Arabic: تدمر Tadmor) was in ancient times an important city of central Syria, located in an oasis 215 km northeast of Damascus and 120 km southwest of the Euphrates. It has long been a vital caravan city for travellers crossing the Syrian desert and was known as the Bride of the Desert. The earliest documented reference to the city by its pre-Semitic name Tadmor, Tadmur or Tudmur, is recorded in Babylonian tablets found in Mari.


Though the ancient site fell into disuse after the 16th century, it is still known as Tadmor in Arabic, and there is a newer town next to the ruins of the same name. The Palmyrenes constructed a series of large-scale monuments containing funerary art such as limestone slabs with human busts representing the deceased........................

This tiny creature is my example in life...

Thank you flickrs, EXPLORED home page #26

Dedicate To My Dear Friend, Who Is My Dear Friend? Yes, You ...

Dedicate To my heaven friend.


Ladybugs all dressed in red,

Strolling through the flowerbed.

If I were tiny just like you,

I'd creep among the flowers too!



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sorry my friends, for not being commenting your works last month, i have a very hard projects to complete before 30 of this month, I only have 15 to 30 minutes a day for flickr, to post my daily shot, I will back active soon !!

Hope you all fine and have a good time !-)

"I am a woman. No more and no less

I live my life as it is

thread by thread

and I spin my wool to wear, not

to complete Homer’s story, or his sun.

And I see what I see

as it is, in its shape,

though I stare every once

in a while in its shade

to sense the pulse of defeat,

and I write tomorrow

on yesterday’s sheets: there’s no sound

other than echo.

I love the necessary vagueness in

what a night traveler says to the absence

of birds over the slopes of speech

and above the roofs of villages

I am a woman, no more and no less..."


by Mahmoud Darwish


Collaborative Portraiture - Portrait No.1

Original Portrait by Nancee_art

Texture by miki iwanaga

you can see this view from the top of blodan mountain!!

I'm wating For snow, hope it's come early this year!!

Today 17.08.2008 , The Caspian sea . To be continued ...


Explored #94

When a man loves a woman

Can’t keep his mind on nothin’ else

He’d trade the world

For a good thing he’s found

If she is bad, he can’t see it

She can do no wrong

Turn his back on his best friend

If he puts her down


When a man loves a woman

Spend his very last dime

Trying to hold on to what he needs

He’d give up all his comforts

And sleep out in the rain

If she said that’s the way

It ought to be


When a man loves a woman

I give you everything I got (yeah)

Trying to hold on

To your precious love

Baby please don’t treat me bad


When a man loves a woman

Deep down in his soul

She can bring him such misery

If she is playing him for a fool

He’s the last one to know

Loving eyes can never see


Yes when a man loves a woman

I know exactly how he feels

’cause baby, baby, baby

I am a man

When a man loves a woman


Michael Bolton

Coral crab


Night dive at Lonely Mushroom, Sha`ab Mahmoud



عودوا أنى كنتم غرباء كما أنتم

فقراء كما أنتم

يا أحبابي الموتى عودوا

حتى لو كنتم قد متم

صمتاً صمتاً من هذا الطارق أبواب الموتى

يا هذا الطارق من أنت

أيكون العالم

لم يبق لدينا ما نعطيه أعطيناه دمنا

أعطيناه حتى أعظمنا وجماجمنا

ومضينا مقهورين

لا نملك إلا بعض تراب من ماضي



يا هذا الطارق أبواب الموتى

ضوضائك تفزعنا

وتقض مضاجعنا

فارجع لا تفجعنا

لا تحرمنا النسيان

يا أحبابي الفقراء

يا أحبابي الغرباء

كنتم أبداً عظماء

يدعونا كي نرجع

دميت أيدينا أرجلنا

لكنا سوف نسير

ومياه النهر تسير

وشموس الأفق تسير

وتراب الأرض يسير

ونظل نسير نسير



محمود درويش

When the helicopters disappear the doves fly back

white, very white, marking the cheeks of the horizon

with liberated wings. They revive their radiance and their ownership

of the sky, and of playfulness. Higher and higher they fly,

the doves, very white. ‘O that the sky

was real’ [a man passing between two bombs cried]

A sparkling sky, a vision, lightning!

all very similar….

soon I will know if this is indeed

a revelation

or my close friends will know that the poem

has gone, and yoked its poet


"A State of Siege" Mahmoud Darwish .....

I post this from my seat into the plane . kiding !D

This shot taken in a trip to dubai in last year

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