Hi there,
My name is KAMEL, sometimes known as Kimo ,
a thirty- five years old,
Technical education Teacher, Currently located in Tunisia.
I spend most of my free time in "Networking", maybe cause i'm alone!
My interests are varied and i always find myself with a long list of things i want to do.
But it seems that i'm more fascinated by ..... everything, and ......... nothing!!!!!!!
" WE WILL SEE"
That's why i wanted this Blog to be as a collection of random thoughts, photos and things that i want to share with you.
Believe me, you are not alone ..... we a lot in the net ..... and a lot of thoughts .. and of these thoughts may have something very interesting .... I'm sure of it .....
thanks Julia.
And i'm so proud of that.sharing these thoughts will make our space better
A beautiful new morning, Warm. The sun seems like every day. But brighter.
I prepared my usual black coffee, With two tablespoons of sugar.
During smoking my first cigarette, i Opened the computer.
While browsing this blog, i was listening to a Tunisian song, by "samir lewssif & balti".
I felt how much expressive is this song lyrics.
it talks about a situation lived by a large proportion of youth in our society
"Illegal emigration"
<< if you can do, you'll do better >>
I lifted up my eyes to the sky and I cried.
I extended my hand to my God and Sir.
My son: you made my heart anguished, when you gone.
Left me anxious and conceal my pain.
O my soul, tell me, at what land, are you living?
Even if you are not coming, make my heart happy, by just a word.
Because of your absence, my heart became melted.
Without you, my life is not worth anything.
<< they go so far, far from their parents,
Riding a small boat, Overwhelmed by the waves.
When each wave, the heart beats, and eyes become obscure.
In addition to the darkness of the night, beneath the sea and the clouds above them.
Left behind, burnt hearts, and no one else knows.
Mother at a loss: Her son, fed or not?
Do not know, that her son today, between life and death, reach the land and survive, or be prey to sharks.
Home and neighborhood, become just pictures, just memories.
Who arrived, sent a message to family, and who died: Sold themselves cheap, and they are worth a lot.
They went like choking in the heart
And wronged themselves.
Mother at a loss, father looking where his son is? Supernatant in the neighborhood and in hospitals and among prisoners
Does not know, today, that his son riding the waves
Full of unemployment and poverty since emerged from the college
In popular districts, raised, and there are grown up and studied
There, are drunk and woken, and there fell ill and recovered
There they saw their friends, who came from Italy, who is expelled, and who is full among them.
He wanted to try his luck, and bring such as what they brought
He wanted to happy his mother, and wanted to fill his pockets
He thought that immigration is sweet, for it, trivialize everything.
...............
If he arrived safely ....... Wait for a phone call
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