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،على السماء ،رسمت خطا ،من قلبي إلى قلبك ↗

— لطيفة الحاج

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ماذا لو كنتُ فراشة هل كنتٌ سأحبك بالمثل؟ ↗

— لطيفة الحاج

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كل شيء أبيض هذه الغرفة روحي كذباتي ↗

— لطيفة الحاج

#poetry #dreams

أنا ما أحلم به أنا أنت ↗

— لطيفة الحاج

#poetry #dreams

I learned a long, long time ago, that I could accomplish things in this place we call reality and yet still spend most of my time in the better reality of my mind. ↗

— Kevin Walker

#poetry #reality #dreams

I walk alone, absorbed in my fantastic play, — Fencing with rhymes, which, parrying nimbly, back away; Tripping on words, as on rough paving in the street, Or bumping into verses I long had dreamed to meet. ↗

— Charles Baudelaire

#words #dreams

For too long a time--for half a century, in fact--psychiatry tried to interpret the human mind merely as a mechanism, and consequently the therapy of mental disease merely in terms of technique. I believe this dream has been dreamt out. What now begins to loom on the horizon is not psychologized medicine but rather those of human psychiatry. ↗

— Viktor E. Frankl

#merely-a-mechanism #psychiatry #dreams

ماذا لو كنتَ طائرا أزرقا هل كنتُ سأحبك أكثر؟ ↗

— لطيفة الحاج

#poetry #dreams

أنت القمر للكوكب الآخر الذي اسمه أنا ↗

— لطيفة الحاج

#poetry #dreams

No one could say the stories were useless for as the tongue clacked five or forty fingers stitched corn was grated from the husk pathwork was pieced or the darning was done... (from 'The Storyteller Poems') ↗

— Liz Lochhead

#poetry #stories #story #dreams