illiassine
Morocco
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Where do you seek beauty and how will you find, if it is itself your way and your guide? And how do you talk about it, if it is the thread that weaves your words? The afflicted and stigmatized say, "The beauty is good and fresh. As a young mother intimidated by his own glory, it goes with us. " And enthusiasts say, "No, the beauty stems from the power and terror. As the storm it shakes the earth beneath our feet, and the sky above our heads. " And las tired and say, "The beauty is made of soft murmurs. She spoke in our mind. His voice gave our silences, as a barely visible light that flickers in fear of the shadows. " And the impetuous saying, "We have heard through the mountains, And with her screams came the sound of hooves, and the beating of the wings and the roar of lions. " At night, the watchmen of our cities are saying, "The beauty rises in the east, with the dawn." And at noon, workers and travellers say, "We saw this look on earth windows sunset." In winter, those snowy saying, "It will come with the spring, bounding over the hills." And in the heat of summer the harvesters say, "We have seen dancing with autumn leaves, with snowflakes in her hair." All these things, you say of beauty, However, in truth, you do not speak it, but your unmet needs, And the beauty is not a need but an ecstasy. It is not a thirsting mouth, or an empty hand and tense, But rather a fiery heart and soul thrilled. It is not the image that you would like to see either the song that you want to hear, But rather than an image you can see that you close your eyes, and a song that you hear even if you plug your ears. It is not the sap dried out under the bark, or a wing attached to a greenhouse, But rather a garden always flourished and a cloud of angels forever in flight. People of Orphalese, the beauty is life when life reveals his sacred face. But you life and you are the veil. Beauty is eternity is contemplating in a mirror. But you are eternity and you are the mirror.""GIBRAN KHALIL""
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