Sometimes I cant move my feet it seems
As if Im stuck in the ground somehow like a tree
As if I cant even breathe
Oh, and my screams come whispering out

As if nobody can even see me
Like a ghost, sometimes
I cant see myself
Sometimes, then again, oh

If I were a king
If I had everything
If I had you and I could give you your dreams

If I were giant-sized, on top of it all
Then tell me what in the world would I sing for
If I had it all

Sometimes I feel lost
As I pull you out like strings of memories
Wish I could weave them into you
Then I could figure the whole damn puzzle out
Then again, oh
And if I were a king

If I had everything
If I had you and I could give you your dreams
If I were giant-sized, on top of it all
Then tell me what in the world would I go on for

If I had it all
I could take anything
If I had no greed to bring
Only the poison thats tainting the clean
Oh, then nothing

Remembering times much younger than me now
When my breath was light
When the world raised me up kind
And here mother comforts child
Every moment was waking up
But now Ive grown tired… out

If I had it all, you know
Id fuck it up
If I were a king
If I had everything
If I had you and I could give you your dreams

If I were giant-sized, on top of it all
Then tell me what in the world would I sing for…
If I were a king
If I had everything, piece by piece
If I had you if I could give you your dreams
If I were giant-sized, on top of it all
Then tell me what in the world would I go on for
If I had it allIf I had it all
If I had it all

– always
Habibi shares to me
beautiful photos (like the amazon river)
beautiful songs (like this one of Dave Matthews)
haunting poems (just like the old ones)

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“When you know [the Universal Language of the World], it’s easy to understand that someone in the world awaits you, whether it’s in the middle of the desert or in some great city. And when two such people encounter each other, and their eyes meet, the past and the future become unimportant. There is only that moment, and the incredible certainty that everything under the sun has been written by one hand only. It is the hand that evokes love, and creates a twin soul for every person in the world. Without such love, one’s dreams would have no meaning.”

–Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist

And I said –

Out there is someone…
Who will find you and just discover you…

Worried for the Wrong Reasons…

Flooded with cites
Worries for 1000 words
Worries for an A

But do you worry
Worry that I know you less
Worry that I know just your name
Name which is not you…

More than the cites and the 1000 words…
I worry I know just your name.

For Helen…

From Coffee

(while discussing about how well we could have known each other if it were not for the papers and the assignments…)

welfare states? prof. ashish gave us a little lecture about the welfare states (tax systems). interesting