There are beginnings that look like a confidence.
An almost nothing, posed between two breaths.
That day, it was a sentence said in a low voice, turned to a poet friend
One of these sentences that seek their way in the uncertain:
What if I called Rima Abdul Malak?
There was a silence, just long enough for the answer to find its way.
Then he smiled, with this tranquility of beings who know before things happen:
Rima is a soul mate.
He did not argue.
He didn't explain.
He simply named.
There are beginnings that look like a confidence.
An almost nothing, posed between two breaths.
That day, it was a sentence said in a low voice, turned to a poet friend
One of these sentences that seek their way in the uncertain:
What if I called Rima Abdul Malak?
There was a silence, just long enough for the answer to find its way.
Then he smiled, with this tranquility of beings who know before things happen:
Rima is a soul mate.
He did not argue.
He didn't explain.
He simply named.
There are beginnings that look like a confidence.
An almost nothing, posed between two breaths.
That day, it was a sentence said in a low voice, turned to a poet friend
One of these sentences that seek their way in the uncertain:
What if I called Rima Abdul Malak?
There was a silence, just long enough for the answer to find its way.
Then he smiled, with this tranquility of beings who know before things happen:
Rima is a soul mate.
He did not argue.
He didn't explain.
He simply named.
There are beginnings that look like a confidence.
An almost nothing, posed between two breaths.
That day, it was a sentence said in a low voice, turned to a poet friend
One of these sentences that seek their way in the uncertain:
What if I called Rima Abdul Malak?
There was a silence, just long enough for the answer to find its way.
Then he smiled, with this tranquility of beings who know before things happen:
Rima is a soul mate.
He did not argue.
He didn't explain.
He simply named.
There are beginnings that look like a confidence.
An almost nothing, posed between two breaths.
That day, it was a sentence said in a low voice, turned to a poet friend
One of these sentences that seek their way in the uncertain:
What if I called Rima Abdul Malak?
There was a silence, just long enough for the answer to find its way.
Then he smiled, with this tranquility of beings who know before things happen:
Rima is a soul mate.
He did not argue.
He didn't explain.
He simply named.
There are beginnings that look like a confidence.
An almost nothing, posed between two breaths.
That day, it was a sentence said in a low voice, turned to a poet friend
One of these sentences that seek their way in the uncertain:
What if I called Rima Abdul Malak?
There was a silence, just long enough for the answer to find its way.
Then he smiled, with this tranquility of beings who know before things happen:
Rima is a soul mate.
