Moi et...

18/05/2007 02:23 par likoli-nass

Voila c mon quartier,plein de neige...  

Tres Froid...

18/05/2007 02:19 par likoli-nass

Eh oui,la neige vient de tomber ici a St Paul,ca c rien...C seulement le debut..  

A ticket for u&me in the Moon...

18/05/2007 02:11 par likoli-nass

Nizaryat

18/05/2007 02:09 par likoli-nass

Ĺáě ĚăíÚ ÇáŘíćŃ ÇáăĺÇĚŃÉ...

18/05/2007 02:07 par likoli-nass

ăÓÇÝŃ ČÍŢíČÉ ÝÇŃŰÉ... ćÖÍßÉ Ăăá ĘăáĂ ćĚĺí
ČĂÍáÇă ĘĎÇÚČäí... ĚćÇŇ ÓÝŃ ČíĎí... ĂĂĎÚí ăÚŃÝÉ ĎŃČíż

ŃÍáĘí ÇČĘĎĂĘ.. ĂÚáäĘ ÝŘÇăí.. ĂĂŰŃŃ ČäÝÓíż
ĘĚĐČäí ĂÖćÇÁ Ýí ÇáĂÝŢ.. ŐćŃ ĘÎíáĘĺÇ.. Ăă ĂŐćÇĘ äÇÓ ĘĺĐíż
ĂĘĚĺ Ĺáě ÖćÖÇÁ ČÚíĎÉ.. ćÎáÝí.. .. Ă ÚíćäđÇ ĘČßí..
ĘĘÓÇŃÚ ÎŘćÇĘí.. ĂŐćÇĘĺă ĘÎŃĚ ăä ŃĂÓí.. ĂĂŢÓć Úáě äÝÓíż
ÝÖćá ŘÝá ĎÇÎáí.. ŘíÔ ÔÇČ.. Ăă ĺŃćČ íĎÝÚäíż
ČäŮŃÇĘ ÍÇĆŃÉ Úáě ćĚĺí.. ĂĘÓÇĆá Ăăä ĺäÇ ĎŃČíż

ăÍŘÇĘ ßËíŃÉ ÇÓĘĺćĘäí.. ăÍŘÇĘ ŘŃĎĘäí.. Ăĺć ŮÇĺŃ ÎćÝíż
ăÓÇÝŃćä ÇŃĘŘăćÇ Čí.. ŮääĘĺă Ăĺáí.. ćáßä áă íĘÚŃÝćÇ Ĺáě ćĚĺí..
Číä ŐćŃ ĚăÚĘĺÇ.. Číä ÚäÇćíä ÍÝŮĘĺÇ.. ćáßä íÇ ĂÓÝí..
ŮääĘ Ăääí Ăăáß ÇááÍŮÉ.. áă ĂĎŃß Ăä ÇáćŢĘ íĚŃí..
ŃÍáÉ Ĺáě ÇáĂăÇă ŮääĘĺÇ.. ĂÓŃÚ ÎŘćÇĘí.. áÇ ĂÍÇćá ÇáĘŢÇŘ äÝÓí..
Číä ŐĎăÉ ÇáćÇŢÚ.. Číä ŰÖČí.. ćČíä íĂÓí..
Ýí ÂÎŃ ÇáăŘÇÝ.. ćČÔÚŃ ĂČíÖ.. ćĚĎĘ äÝÓí ÚäĎ Ăćá ÎŘćÇĘí..
äŮŃĘ.. ćĚĎĘ ČáĎí Íćáí.. ćÚíćä ĂÎŃě ĘČßí..
ÚŃÝĘ Ăääí ŃĚÚĘ Ĺáě ÇáČĎÇíÉ.. ĂĎŃßĘ ÚäĎĺÇ.. ßŃćíÉ ĂŃÖí..

ŘíćŃ ăĺÇĚŃÉ ĘăŃ ÝćŢ ŃĂÓí.. ÖÍßÉ Ęĺßă ĘăáĂ ŢáČí..

Grant Me Love That I May Bloom and Green*

18/05/2007 02:04 par likoli-nass

Listen, my lady,
Listen to me well,
for I am in a passionate fit
and it may not repeat itself
A mystical state! a poetic fit!
splendid in its grief
--for I am scented always
by my grief

Hold me close, my lady,
for I am in a state of tipsiness
My arteries are draining,
my bones disintegrating
Quick! Wash your hair
in the river of my craziness--
the craziness of love
that can never be explained

Read me, my lady
Read me well
for I am in search
of a moonstruck reader
who will slip my poetry
on her wrists like bracelets
and see the world
take the shape of a poet

Be drunk, my lady
Be drunk on me
Be drunk until the sea turns rose-red,
turns winedark,
turns grey,
turns yellow
How beautiful it is
for a woman to lose her balance
in the presence of poetry
and become drunk

I am in the most beautiful
of my tempers
I am in the most radiant
of my moments of civilization
Oh, I do love when I get civilized!
Give me another chance to write history,
my lady, for history
does not repeat itself

I changed history with love
just as I changed the history of womanhood
What is poetry if it does not change things?
What is a poet if he does not change?

With every new story of love
added to my country's story trove,
the rose overswells with fragrance
and the midsummer moon overspills with milk

For fifty years
I have been leaping
from landmine to landmine,
calling my people to change
No, I have not blasted the wall of ugliness
as I had imagined:
I'm the one who's been blown up
by my own explosives

In fifty years,
I have yet to see a doe
flee from her hunter,
yet to know a woman
who wanted to be liberated

ii.

You who springs into my memory
from the whiteness of jasmine,
from the waterspouts of Granada,
from the tears of the mandolin,
my lady, what can we possibly do?

The piano is drowning in its notes
All the cupboards are locked
The wine of the sea is red

I have no definition for desire
One day it is a rose on my lapel--
the next it is a dagger on my bed
One day it is an ember burning my hand--
the next it is sugarcane in my mouth

What astonishes me
is that whenever I go out to meet you,
the color of time is leaf-green
When we look at our watches,
they are flowers

The grounds of our coffee
turn up green like sprigs
The passion in our irises
when we gaze at each other
gleams spring-green

What is happening in my story
and your story, my lady?
Whenever I think I have covered
your hair with my kisses,
your hair just grows longer

iii.

What amazes me
is this feeling every morning
that whatever I look upon turns to poetry
Whatever I touch turns to poetry!

My little things
and your little things
turn to poetry
The coffeepot,
in a fit of desire,
becomes poetry
The lyric books we love together,
the way the bathrobe hugs you,
the graze of water tracing the small of the back

to the rhythm of Chopin's Variations
and Mozart's Overtures
The taste of the first kiss before breakfast,
the sink of your alabaster foot into the carpet,
the touch of the brush on your hair,
the slide of eyeliner through the corners of your eyes--
what is left?
What is left of the universe
that has not become music and poetry?
These are pages from history, my lady,
blowing through our lives
and history never repeats itself
Never!

What's come over me these days, my lady,
that everything I read blooms
and everything I write buds?
My language uncurls like a vine
My nouns are apple blossoms
My verbs are blackberry brambles
My vowels are clustered wildflowers
My consonants grow by the side of the road
My cadence is grass-green, moss-green, fern-green
My stanzas sprout and thicken in the loam

What mixes up the colors in our eyes?
If we speak on the phone,
our voices deepen into summer green
If we recline on the sofa,
the wheat that pours
from your armpits
is a harvest golden-green
If we slump on the curb of grief,
we find even grief evergreen

If we stop at a cafe,
the waiter and all
who step into the radius
of your perfume
turn into tropical greenery

iv.

Lady of waters, you
who takes me to the springs
and brings me stars for gifts,
and vineyards and pine-nuts,
I thank you
a thousand times
for your generosity

Letter From Under The Sea...(Nezar Kabani)

18/05/2007 02:01 par likoli-nass

When I love..(Nizar Kabani)

18/05/2007 01:33 par likoli-nass

When I love
I feel that I am the king of time
I possess the earth and everything on it
and ride into the sun upon my horse.

When I love
I become liquid light
invisible to the eye
and the poems in my notebooks
become fields of mimosa and poppy.

When I love
the water gushes from my fingers
grass grows on my tongue
when I love
I become time outside all time.

When I love a woman
all the trees
run barefoot toward me…   

Oh Allah...

17/05/2007 04:46 par likoli-nass

Oh Allah, I have no money, but I have You. I am rich.
Oh Allah, I have no freedom, but I believe in You. I am free.
Oh Allah, I have no patience, but I read Your Quran. I am calm.
Oh Allah, I get no respect, but You listen to my dua. I am proud.
Oh Allah, I have no time, but I think of Jannah. I have forever.
Oh Allah, I have much time, but I look at Your Signs. I have today.
Oh Allah, I feel so weak, but I fast Ramadan. I am strong.
Oh Allah, I feel so tired, but I make dua. I open my eyes.
Oh Allah, I feel so dirty, but I repent to You. I am cleansed.
Oh Allah, I feel so depressed, but I remember you. I am at peace.
Oh Allah, I feel so lost, but I follow Your Commands. I am safe.
Oh Allah, nobody listens, but You never turn your back on me. I am grateful.
Oh Allah, my heart breaks, but I imagine meeting You. My heart finds rest.
Oh Allah, I cry every night, but I make wudu. I wash away my tears.
Oh Allah, I feel so alone, but I pray to You. I have everything.
Oh Allah, I feel so dead, but I think about Hajj. My heart beats again.
Oh Allah, I don't want this life, and I will die for You, only to live forever.

All I have is Allah,
All I need is Allah.

The most popular Moroccan food

17/05/2007 04:45 par likoli-nass

A vegetable tajine dish as served in a London restaurant.

A Moroccan potter making tajines.

A tajine (tah-zheen) is a Moroccan dish as well as a special pot for preparing this dish. The traditional tajine pot is formed entirely of a heavy clay which is sometimes painted or glazed. It consists of two parts; a bottom which is flat and circular with low sides, and a large cone or dome shaped cover that rests inside of the bottom during cooking. The cover is so designed to promote the return of all condensate to the bottom. With the cover removed, the bottom is open and shallow for easy serving at the table.

Tajines dishes are slow cooked at low temperatures, resulting in tender, falling-off-the-bone meat with aromatic vegetables and sauce. The cover has a knob-like formation at its top to facilitate removing it. While simmering, the cover can be lifted off without the aid of a mitten, enabling the cook to inspect the main ingredients, add vegetables, move things around, or add additional braising liquid, if needed.

Recently, European manufacturers have created tajines with heavy cast iron bottoms that can be fired on a stovetop at high heat. This permits browning meat and vegetables before cooking. While the similar Dutch oven (a cast iron pot with a tight cover) braises most efficiently in the oven, the tajine braises best on the stovetop.

Famous tajine dishes are mqualli (chicken and citron), kefta (meatballs and tomato) and mrouzia (lamb, plums and almonds).

Other ingredients for a tajine include any product that braises well:fish, pigeon, beef, dried fruits, olives and vegetables. Herbs used in traditional tajine dishes are cinnamon, saffron, ginger, garlic and peppers.

Western recipes include pot roasts, osso bucco, lamb shanks and turkey legs. Seasonings can be traditional, French, Italian or to suit the dish.