"Crying Shame"

By Jack Johnson, but it says outloud what my inexperienced pen can't write.

It's such a tired game
Will it ever stop
How will this all play out
Out of sight, out of mind

By now we should know
How to communicate instead of coming to blows
We're on a roll
And there ain't no stopping us now
We're burning under control
Isn't it strange how
We're all burning under the same sun
By now we say it's a war for peace
It's the same old game
But do we really want to play?
We could close our eyes it's still there
We could say it's us against them
We can try but nobody wins
Gravity has got a hold on us all
We try to put it out
But it's a growing flame
Using fear as fuel
Burning down our name
And it wont take too long
Cause words are burning same
And who we gunna blame now?

"each gate will open another"

it is sunday, a very sunny sunday. it has become a form of torture to walk the streets of beirut on sunday. it is almost impossible to get to where you're going without having elevated blood pressure, the ulcers and the cringe...why can't people stay away, or keep their mouths shut or just mind their own business? i hate to say this, but any other city in the world sounds like a haven to me now. i want to get on a bird's back and go away, get a top view of the world and remain there silent and speechless.

"l'amour ne dure pas toujours"
what do you think?