Mounir's song (طعم البيوت)
The taste of objects lasts a few hours and then it withers and fades
In our hearts and memory the only taste that lives is that of our homes
Walls that embrace many hearts
Doors that engulf the lives of a king or a guard
Windows that hide young beautiful girls peeking through
In our street each house holds a secret, well guarded secrets
At dusk people would gather with loved ones
And the house would watch and remember
Each stone has a heart
You step in …
The house awaits you with open arms
And its tells you the tales of those who lived, the tales of a thousand years before
* translated with a bit of imagination
Houses with a taste
Beit El-Suhaymi, Cairo (photo above, bathroom ceiling which witnessed a unique moment -photo by Francisco Fuentes)Casa Batlló, Barcelona
2 comments:
Ji.. love your little balcony of thoughts. I would probably consider your post as the taste of 'homes'.. it makes it more intimate. houses can be beautiful, but they're still concrete structures.. or wooden or made of straw.. homes are warm and full of feelings
Post has been modified acoordingly, thanks Amira!
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