Category Archives: The Armchair

The world is so simple. Everything is. Even the secrets of biology. Ony the mind that can’t see the whole thinks it’s complicated. Everything is, as it is.

A good warrior is not perfect. Doesn’t win always. Not invunerable. The good warrior is very vunerable. That is what makes him brave.

In love, nothing exists between heart and heart. Speech is born out of longing, True description from the real taste. The one who tastes, knows, the one who explains, lies. How can you describe the true form of Something In … Continue reading →

Tonight a voice whispered to me; There is no voice that whispers in the night. Ansari

Sense your attention. Gather it around your body. Feel your body inside you. Then hug yourself with love.

There’s this place that I go way down deep inside. I go there for my solace, and when I want to hide. From deep within me I can think, and ponder all I see. And no one else can come … Continue reading →

English is a nice language for a conversation. When it comes to music however, I believe, it can not compete with French, Spanish and Italian. With these languages passion, amore and life itself expresses it’s self in a way that … Continue reading →

Little can move my soul so much as music. So if Michaela allows me too… A´tini al-Nay, written by Khalil Gibran and song by Fairouz, “Ambassador to the Stars” and “Neighbor to the Moon”. One of the first Arabic songs I heard. … Continue reading →