Jordan News

The composer, musician and singer Marcel Khalife, in a post on his Facebook page, recalled today, Saturday, the late Jordanian poet and writer Grace Samawi.

Here is the full text of the post:

“Heavenly Grace”

Li from Huai with the beautiful “poet” share in the heart.

He released the madness from his madness and went to his misery alone.

He lives in me after his departure like my blood.

I sing from his “poem” the certainty of a tomorrow that I see emerging or emerging from what has been destroyed:

“Teach me to dance I said

Why don’t you answer

Put your hands here

This is around my waist

And that’s right here in my hand

and walk like me

Move like an antelope does, she said

Move your feet with me

I will fly like a butterfly

dance around you

Let the soul dance

And dream and frame and set me free

Up Fly Shine

Let the soul dance”

I will train my letters, my friend, to remember.

…how much air had a window to settle in our chests and dispel the sighs of a distant mountain journey on that hot day.

Stars straying on the chest of a low sky We pluck from the bloody sunset on the paths of the sun

“As far as the stars are, so is the sky.”

There is a star in the morning, and there is light that blows from the mountain, and there is a mountain that blows from the night.

Can we return the image to itself to its first elements?!

As we look into the far off night, we see only at the end of the night!

Where does this night that passes as a gesture take us?

A stray dog ​​howls and nibbles the ground and shortens the life of the night.

Trees that grow between the rocks and rise to be blown by the wind.

An eagle spreads its wings to fly and carries us to the top of Mount Aaron

We walk off-road for hours, accompanied by a friendly “donkey”.

He “brawls” in a loud voice whenever this happens to him, and the valley echoes his voice loudly.

Our friend the donkey – chastity acquaints himself with us, eats, drinks, practices instinctive kindness, and we show him human kindness. He practices it while he sees us and knows us more than we know him. And the patience of a donkey on man is greater than the patience of Job on God.

And how long the path was to learn the difficult walk. Whenever the roads narrowed, it seemed to us a mirage on the horizon. And the companion of the long path, the beautiful “Grace” who leads in music, literature, poetry, philosophy, myth, history, geography, down to the smallest atom in the universe, engages throughout the journey in the defense of the butterflies whose sails spread over the sea of ​​light to sleep on the Jordan trail.

Nothing but silence overflowing on that land, carrying imagination to the end of the impossible.

Nothing begins until it ends.

The distance is down the drain.

Heavenly Grace, we miss you.”