二月十四号 的纪念 何仙姑2022-02-14 05:00:54
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 !
纪念奥马尔·谢里夫
那是2月14日
这地方很隐蔽。掩埋在数十万的三角梅里，所有的花都在盛开，在她们最美好的年华按着她们自己的心思着色。
巨大的拱形穹顶下只有七张直线条、晶莹剔透的长方形高高的桌子。数百人可能会在那里举杯庆祝。
深深的深红色，血淋淋的，压倒了整个穹顶，没有多少动静，俯瞰着随意铺设散落在灰色的水泥地板和空荡荡的角落里的十二，十三世纪伊斯兰墓碑，平简无言，感人至深 又尽在掌控。就好像穹顶是一条时间隧道，仍然和马姆鲁克和穆罕默德·阿里王朝的无尽荣耀相同相连。
巨大的罪孽感清晰地呈现在眼前。挣扎于自我的逃脱。它在女人喃喃的歌声中缓缓下行，仿佛一个看不见的灵魂真心地恳求不要把她的爱人丢给魔鬼。心之沉重和悲伤随处可触。
所有的餐具都是纯银的，按照自己的节奏闪耀，拥着蜡烛的最后一舞，古老的琥珀香味弥漫开来。烤小羊排做得尽善尽美。所有的仆人都是英俊的男人，穿着黑色西装，留着白色的短发作为领带。
他们都是白化病患者。他们的小眼睛镶着雪白的睫毛，像灌木丛在燃烧。
我问店主，艾哈迈德他很高很修长，一双坚定的眼睛。他总是穿着纯白的棉质长袖阿拉伯上衣，和最休闲的普通蓝色牛仔裤，我从未见他穿过别的什么，…… 我听说奥马尔·谢里夫这几天回来了…？
然后他就走过来了，
温暖雅正，毫不费力的迷人
很容易交谈，他的眼睛里都是岁月在巡回。
Funny为他迷糊的一幕还在眼前
我还能感觉到那背后的一对狡兔
不过他的眼睛他的微笑，你真的无法抗拒
但说真的，谁在乎呢！
我们为我们的大日子举杯！
再见又是一年后....
*****仅此祝梅雨潭的兄弟姐妹们情人节快乐！总是两情相悦天长地久！