Emmortel Poem
I’ve been soo busy sorting out Emmortel out for the launch next week that I’ve had no time to write about anything these past couple of days. It’s really strange but what got me pumped up to finish it on time, isn’t the promise I made myself ages ago, but rather a poem that Stathi wrote for me in mind. One of the reasons we’re such good buddies (and there are many) is the fact that we both feel slightly displaced in our country of origin. We understand what it means to be raised in one place but belong somewhere else. The last few lines really struck a cord with me, so I’ll eventually use those in the animation I’m working on. Just as a small footnote, khaled in arabic means immortality.
My people in the middle but to the east Who have lived in my veins since birth Will now all have white hair
I leave home, sworn to enter my palace of dreams The friends, the hugs, the kisses, my prints, my book and all my wishes are memories, that will flash by With every step amitiously taken searching for the palace door …to be awaken…
The years go by The ink falls Computer burn And the tables turn Everything will be like first Everything will be lost With a purpose to be discovered The world that is round Is a wheel of life that never stops
Like the King of the wind Who never inhales I will never stop Emmortel.