احياناً مانكتبه يعكس
حقيقتنا ، ولذلك نحاول اخفائه او نشره بإسم مستعار ، هي ليست الجمل والنقاط
ما اقصد ، بل ما خبئته بين السطور ، من اسقاطات ومعان قصدت بها ما كان بخاطري. هو
فن بل القلم ريشة فنان رمز للوحته بالكثير . مذكراتنا هي لوحة لنعيد سرد قصة
ورائها.
لعلي اردت ان اكتب قصة اهمتني
لأني خشيت مشاركتها ، قصة تحولت الى فتات لأستدل الى وقائعها. كتبتها لي واحياناً
رمزتها لغيري. أما حقيقتها فهو مايبقى رفيقاً لأرواحنا ، ذلك السر
العميق. ولكل منا اسرار وحكايات لايود مشاركتها حتى لأقرب الناس لروحه. وتبقى
حبيسة صدره او ينثر اشاراتها على ورقة لأنها اثقلته. جزء من لوحة فنية وليست كامل
الصورة.
Sometimes what
we write reflects our reality, and that is why we try to hide it or publish as
anynomus. It is not the sentences or punctuations that I meant, but what I hid
between the lines. the signs referd to and meanings in my mind. It is an art,
but the pen is a feather artist, a symbol of his painting with a lot of colores
and signs. Our diary is a painting to retell a never told story.
Perhaps I wanted to write a story about me and remembered by me only. I was afraid to share it, a symbolic story that I turned to bits in order to refer to its facts. I wrote it for myself and sometimes I coded it for someone else. As for its truth, it is what remains a companion of our souls, that deep secret. And each of us has secrets and tales that are not shared, even with the closest people to your soul. And remain trapped in his chest or scatter its signs on a piece of paper because it weighed him down. Part of a painting, not the whole picture.
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