Perfumes

Why do I like and even have the obsession of perfumes?
Just because the beautiful roses paint our bodies with it, so we become “the greatest paintings”.

More Flowers...

Flowers III
Thank you Janine for showing all this beauty to the world...

Paris & The Spring

The Spring Of Paris

Last Moments Of A Day

From my home in Paris

After a long day, you may think there is nothing but your pains and heavy thoughts... you may think that even many hours of sleep will not relieve you from the bottom...

Just a look outside... you will wish that this sunset freezes and stays forever...

Isn't hilarious how body's eyes can give the soul a sweet relax...

A Medical Meeting "en plein air"

Medical Conference

St Joseph Hospital, Paris

We are bored from cubic rooms, but mainly from cold lights!

We can do our "bronzage" even in the center of Paris!

And why not? can't docs have some fun?!

By the way, i was not late to the conference!

It is not the reason why the chair is empty ;)

Behind A Firewall...

(“How are you?”
Answer: “go to page twelve… line ten… column two”…
“How is everything?”
Answer: “:)” ":(" "I don’t know, but mainly no response!"
“I miss you!”
Answer: “go to link http://sdwjdijdif/...” you click and the response: page cannot be loaded because server is unavailable…
“I love you!”
Answer: “what is your ID?” “How much?” “When?”)
Many studies results show that we trust a computer more than we trust a human being… even more, we feel more comfortable if we talk about our inner feelings to a machine than to a human… we have always the fear that the “other” knows about our life… our weak points… our bad sides…
We hide our real names… our thoughts… our faith… our love even…
If we are asked, we respond with the maximum of frigidity… we react more to a word, just because we think that the feeling at its origin is well known to us… almost always the other person is the bad side… an emoticon touches us more than a real face reaction…
If I ask “how are you?” is just because I care about you, and you are still my human brother… I don’t want anything, and especially I don’t want to harm you…
All what I hate is to be treated by a computer or as a robot… I want to hear and see your real smile… to hear your voice… but unfortunately, it seems that the firewalls block emotions more than viruses and spywares…

Good Morning Paris...

Every morning I wake up, to see the sky full of these lines…
I start thinking…
Will one of these take to me the one I love?! Or just take me to her to live the dream, which never leaves the heart of my brain…
I miss her, that’s true… she is the center, and I’m living in the North Pole…

The Spring Of Lebanon

Spring Collection , Lebanon

Everything Melts...

As the snow is another form of water, the frozen hearts are a different kind of love…
One day you will find and taste their reality…
You may hate them sometimes… you may not tolerate them other times…
You feel they are difficult to handle… even that they look beautiful…
Don’t keep away from them… all what they need is the warmth of your heart…
Approach and you will find they are not walls…
Approach and you will agree that they can’t just adore… but they are even a reservoir of love…

Yes! Even the coldest hearts melt…
Yes! Everything has to flow before reaching the depth…
Isn’t a good law?!
No one can leave without making beautiful changes to the earth’s face…

The Spring’s Fall

Even the flowers fall…
Yes! There is an end to every face of beauty… but the beauty is always alive…
And you, the flowers lover, don’t keep starring at what is on ground… don’t keep crying on what is lost… on what you are thinking “the life”…
Don’t scream… don’t hit yourself with the walls… stop saying “it is over”…
All what you need is to raise up your head… just a little move and you will see the tree full of “love fruits”…
Maybe you can’t eat them now… maybe they are still green…
But how do they mature if you don’t smile to them!?
Smile and please don’t predict the bad future… I will tell it to you: when the fruits fall, the earth will be full of trees and love…

Sasmen's Roses Mania

Roses Mania

Some Moments With Self...

Murmurs Of Silence by Gebran Khalil Gebran

I had being busy and tired... sometimes sick... until I forgot unfortunately what I must and what I must not do...
My skin color is changing as I’m following the current movement...
No resistance...
The depression and fear are playing on my fields... and the ball is between their hands, while I can't catch it as I’m growing "down"...
I'm living on artificial lights... the sun is away...
A small lie is nothing... so a big one is...
A small pain needs a huge reaction... so I break always something or someone...
Opening the window is not enough... neither opening “windows”...
Door... doors... same things... same feelings... same words... same discussions, to witch us didn't find a solution since one million year...

I need to be lonely these days... to hear the real sounds around me... chaos is killing me…
Ah! What I really need is being a child again...
To see as a child... to hear as a child... and specially to understand as a child...
I don't want to blame again... or to have anger in my heart...
You will see me silent for some days... don't break it...
When I will be born again, you will hear my voice... it will be a real voice, not just crying sounds... a real voice not an echo...
Pray for and with me...