In memory of Omar sheriff
It was February 14，
The place was very secluded. Buried in hundreds of thousands of Bougainville ,all blossom at their prime, shades at their own please.
Only seven small straight lined crystal clear rectangular tall table in the enormous vaulted place. Where hundreds could be raising a ceremonial toast.
Deep deep scarlet, bloody as it can , overwhelming the entire dome , without much motion overlooking the casually laid twelve - thirteen century Islamic headstones on the gray cement floor and empty corners. Plain and silent, touching and in command . As if the dome was the time tunnel still in connection with the glory of the Mamluk and Muhammad Ali.
The enormous sin clearly present. Struggling to its own escape. Winding up with the woman's murmuring songs, as if a faceless soul making her genuine plea, not NOT to lose her lover to the devil. The sorrow and heavy heart was everywhere.
All flatware was solid silver , shining at its own pace coordinating the candle' s last dance , crowded with ancient amber scent. The baby lamb chops was done to the perfection. All servants was all good looking men in black suits , wearing their short white hair as their ties. They were all Albinos, their small eyes with snow lashes firing as the burning bush.
I asked the owner, Ahmed very tall and slender, with a pair of steady eyes. Always in plain white cotton long sleeve Arabic tunic , the most relaxed ordinary pair of blue jeans. I never see him other than that. ….. I heard Omar Sheriff is in town this days….. ?
And here he came over ,
Warm and elegant , effortless charming
So easy to talk to, with years of years in his eyes.
Though with the imprint of Funny in a mess,
I still sense the cunningness behind those charming eyes and the smile , hardly you could resist....
But seriously, who cares!
We raised the cups for our big days !
紀念奧馬爾·謝裏夫
那是2月14日
這地方很隱蔽。掩埋在數十萬的三角梅裏，所有的花都在盛開，在她們最美好的年華按著她們自己的心思著色。
巨大的拱形穹頂下隻有七張直線條、晶瑩剔透的長方形高高的桌子。數百人可能會在那裏舉杯慶祝。
深深的深紅色，血淋淋的，壓倒了整個穹頂，沒有多少動靜，俯瞰著隨意鋪設散落在灰色的水泥地板和空蕩蕩的角落裏的十二，十三世紀伊斯蘭墓碑，平簡無言，感人至深 又盡在掌控。就好像穹頂是一條時間隧道，仍然和馬姆魯克和穆罕默德·阿裏王朝的無盡榮耀相同相連。
巨大的罪孽感清晰地呈現在眼前。掙紮於自我的逃脫。它在女人喃喃的歌聲中緩緩下行，仿佛一個看不見的靈魂真心地懇求不要把她的愛人丟給魔鬼。心之沉重和悲傷隨處可觸。
所有的餐具都是純銀的，按照自己的節奏閃耀，擁著蠟燭的最後一舞，古老的琥珀香味彌漫開來。烤小羊排做得盡善盡美。所有的仆人都是英俊的男人，穿著黑色西裝，留著白色的短發作為領帶。
他們都是白化病患者。他們的小眼睛鑲著雪白的睫毛，像灌木叢在燃燒。
我問店主，艾哈邁德他很高很修長，一雙堅定的眼睛。他總是穿著純白的棉質長袖阿拉伯上衣，和最休閑的普通藍色牛仔褲，我從未見他穿過別的什麽，…… 我聽說奧馬爾·謝裏夫這幾天回來了…？
然後他就走過來了，
溫暖雅正，毫不費力的迷人
很容易交談，他的眼睛裏都是歲月在巡回。
Funny為他迷糊的一幕還在眼前
我還能感覺到那背後的一對狡兔
不過他的眼睛他的微笑，你真的無法抗拒
但說真的，誰在乎呢！
我們為我們的大日子舉杯！
再見又是一年後....
*****僅此祝梅雨潭的兄弟姐妹們情人節快樂！總是兩情相悅天長地久！
