I am back home

nothing is better than packing. packing and packing not for a travel, not even for a long vacation...just to going back home...no matter the whole country is blown up, no matter there are people getting shot in the streets, no matter people dieing in three air crashes... I am back home.... nothing is more important than that...

HOME SWEET HOME

Gipsygirl is setteled for a while

Home

The Gypsy Girl is back home!
Viva!

GOD...are you up there?

GOD... I've never been a good prayer... I've never been a good believer... I don't demand you to hearing my voice... but hear the voice of those who in my city...in my country... in my land... call your name form the top of the roofs every night. hear the voice of those who testify you are the greatest of all... hear their voice and let them have what they want... GOD you are the utmost power... you are the first and the last... hear our sins and forgive us... hear our voice and let us live the way you want...

red M&M

he Said I love you the size of the ocean...
she said I love you one million red m&m...

green vote

It’s election time. Everyone is in hurry…who will be the next president… who will win this time? Will it be laughter and joy the day after or will it be tears in the eye and sadness and anger in the heart?

And now there is a Green wave coming. It doesn’t matter if you are blue or red! It doesn’t matter if you are rich or poor! You all suffer the same for 4 years. The intellectuals suffer of the deep illiterate of the one who represent the nation in front of the world. The poor’s suffer of inflation more than any other times. Religious suffer of all those haloes around his head…we all suffer…..

Those who fight for freedom of speech, those who left for their dear life, those who stay and suffer, those who have stars on their shoulder, registered in their files now have hope…hope of winning, hope of erasing him from the pages of history…their history… their life… hope of making it happen… and now there is a whisper moving in the streets, in the alleys, in gatherings, in the stadium… whisper of belief, whisper of the one who come to win… YES…WE CAN…!!!

Once there was a man who for the first time shouted "YES…WE CAN…" now we love him because he showed us that it is possible to make a dream come true… We are not black… we didn’t suffer of apartheid… we didn’t suffer of segregation of races…but we did suffer of inequality… we did suffer of insecurity… we did suffer of feeling unsafe in the most private moments of our life…

It’s a small dream indeed…yes I know. But when they restrict you, restrict your life, restrict your thoughts, your wishes become smaller and smaller. But they are still your wishes and you are dreaming of making them happen… maybe just to flattening the way for bigger wishes…

Now you can shout it loud that YES…WE CAN…!!! IT’S OUR DESIRE… IT’S OUR WILL TO MAKE IT HAPPEN…TO MAKE HIM LEAVE… TO ONCE AGAIN MAKE THE FUTURE SHINY AND FREE…

happy enought

Nothing is more delightful than being told that you have been read from the one whom you are expecting the least. Dearest Lillian thanks!!!
But that also means being careful of what you are going to write GIPSY!!!! Isn’t it? Ha ha…. No harm I suppose…..

kiss

The worst part of life!!!! is kissing without wanting to. like the story of that man who enter a stadium and shake hand with the first man near him and as he was polite and shy, shake hand with the all the stadium!!!
It’s good to kiss and to be kissed from the one you like and the way you like. The problem will rise when you don't like the kisser or the way you are going to be kissed. For me, with my perfect nose, smell add other problems and nothing is worst than a bad perfume!!!

belonging

It’s hard to belong to two hearts at once, or even more than two. How can you treat? How should you behave? It’s hard. Isn’t it betraying? I mean you let two hearts loving you or missing you.without letting them know about the other one. Maybe you shouldn’t allow them to love you. But who does not like to be loved? And your heart??? What about it? Where is it? Who it love more? Maybe none of these two. What then? Shouldn’t you choose? But none of these are your prince charming. Are they? What if your prince charming came before and passed without you noticed him. What If the prince charming does not need to have a white horse? What if the one you CHOOSE will be your prince charming and the tale is just to tell you, you have to choose. Then what? How can you be sure that your choice is the right choice?
I hate to be asked these questions!

another christmass around

another christmass is around. but this time I am far from home, in the land of christmass trees and gifts!!! you can smell it from the weather, from the earth, every where.
But why I can not enjoy it as I want to? what happened to me? am I growing up? I don't want to be an adult if this is what I suppose to be! I hate my self.
where is that energetic girl who can laugh whenever she want? I miss her. I lost her. hope she return back when I return back home.
sometimes afraid of never see her again. what if she is really gone? like that little frog who left Zizi's heart to show him that he grow up. I don't want to grow up. I don't want to.....

I want love

I want love, not a normal love. some thing special. something touch my ... my.... I don't know but touch my feeling..... touch my heart but not desire..... something different...