Category Archives: Portraits
Whats that got to do with the constitution ?!
My dear friends did their best to translate my last post from arabic to english , and google failed miserably .. and I must say it is a daunting task to translate the egyptian light hearted dialect into english or even to any other arabic dialect .. I did my best to carry the mood and the sentiment into this translation …
The background to this post is the chaotic pathetic political scene in Egypt nowadays, a shabby referendum on a hastily cooked constitution and a hesitant president who seems to cancel his own decisions as fast as he make them .. Lolo for me is answer to all of this … Tomorrow is hers …
My little Lolo is strict
in full control
Whatever clouds in her heart
She pours
on her hands
lips and eyes
….
Watch her doing her homework
with fun
Whether the paper is blank or full
straight or crumbled
the homework gets done
….
She writes on lines in her heart
Somehow looks tilted to my careless eyes
Yet perfectly aligned
like the pyramid
in hers
….
Thats her opinion, a verdict passed
On me and the school
Thats my homework, done
Once and for all
and daddy , by the way
tomorrow it will be forgotten
and lost
….
She always sticks that sun of hers
In every drawing
Morning be it or night
called for it or not
There it is
at the upper left corner
Just above the heart
Her warming sun
….
Oh my wicked Lolo
Even in drawing
You grab the truth
by the neck
….
Mr President
Lolo is a princess
in her lines
and sultana
Precise and diminutive
Sometimes frizzly and proud
Her letters remain engraved
and in control
….
She doesn’t care
What you carve
She doesn’t give a damn
About your attorney general
Your declaration or
Constitution
….
Tomorrow is hers not yours
She will scribble it by her tiny hand
Not on your perfect lines
no submission
In this heart
….
in her latest drawing
She wrote
….I love
Words in your world
Missing on intent ,accused and guilt
….
But for Lolo thats
Her dream
Love for her is for all
And tomorrow for her
All drawn
scrambled
Grabbled
Scribbled
But hers ..
….
Let the boys rule
By the ball
By the boyish fights
And the laughs that follows
Let the girls reminds us
Of the butterflies
Of the love
Pure like the dawn
…
TarekOfCairo
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Behind my mirror ..
Behind this mirror
in my room, is your hiding place
I know,
when I look to my eyes
I am really seeing you ..
I know the names of your tears
coz I shed them with you
and I know when you
are laughing and smiling
coz my lips are brimful too
Do you feel me
I am just few inches or nearer
Believe me I feel your warmth
in me when I yearn and
touch the coldness of this mirror
I know you hear me
when I talk to you .. all the time ..
and when I miss your voice
I put my ear and heed
and I can hear you .. talk and rhyme ..
And I can always write to you
When all I have to do
is fog the mirror
and draw a heart
that I can see you .. through ..
and I know .. down deep in my sole
– and my mirror knows it too-
that you love me
Coz I love you
a million times more ..
TarekOfCairo
The tale of Cadmium S. Red
Lolo and the Porcelain fish
A blob of paint
her tube says
Cadmium S. Red
Hanging to the bristles
of a round brush
helplessly wondering
where will it end
at the graveyard of dying hues
washed with turpentine
knife scrapped to the bin
or a second life begins
In the lips of a porcelain fish
or at a delicate petal
of a valentine rose
TarekOfCairo
3D photo composition in Sony Vegas Pro 10
At last I did it .. with some errors .. but very exciting first trial … any hint are appreciated…
Angry..happy and optimistic .. My profile ..
Reflections on the Egyptian scene…
Angry mostly…
Frustrated …
and deeply disappointed..
Nevertheless..
In the black background..
I hear Farah…
I her Carmen…
I hear Jonathan and Charlotte
I see a white future..
Thank you for the music…
Still.. Angry I remain…
The man in a wall .. and out ..
My fellow blogger Andy wrote an interesting post about “Personality and emotion in a picture frame” .. and I thought this photo shows my point..
I was on a double decker bus when I got a glimpse of this Mural and I had to run across the speeding bus to take the photo … No doubt the mural is beautiful and you can spend some good time reading into these walls .. but what I believe what my photographic subconscious mind saw was something different… I think the guy sitting in the street below the building was the “focus” of my playful mind… Is he the man in the mural ?… Unfortunately my hasty hands, unplayful conscious mind and the speeding bus all conspired to chop the “focus “ man .. and I lost a great photo… and that’s how my subconscious mind plays with me..
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