August 22, 2014

hamas – the Palestinian problem ……… 22

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“Allah is its goal, the prophet is its model, the Koran is its constitution, jihad is its path and death for the sake of Allah is its most coveted desire”

August 22, 2014

mossad – the Palestinian problem ……… 21

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be-tachbūlōt ta`aseh lekhā milchāmāh (Hebrew: בתחבולות תעשה לך מלחמה‎)
“For by wise guidance you can wage your war”

is a quote from the Bible (Proverbs 24:6):

August 21, 2014

Rita and the Rifle – the Palestinian problem ……… 20

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Between Rita and my eyes there is a Rifle
And those who knows Rita
(then they) postulates and prays
To a god in the (her) amber eyes
And I kissed Rite when she was small
And I recall how she clung to me
and covered my forearm with the most beautiful braids
And I remember Rita just like
A bird recalls its (drinking) stream
Ah ah! Rita
(we shared) Between us are a million birds and a picture
And many dates
A rifled fired at her (Rita)
(we shared) Between us are a million birds and a picture
And many dates
A rifled fired at her (Rita)
Between Rita and my eyes there is a Rifle
And those who knows Rita
(then they) postulates and prays
To a god in the (her) amber eyes
Rita’s name was a festival in my mouth
Rita’s body was a wedding in my blood
And I was lost myself for two years with Rita
And she slept upon my forearm for two years
And I was lost myself for two years with Rita
And she slept upon my forearm for two years
And we vowed to each other as we shared the most beautiful cup
And we burned and we burned and we burned and we burned
In the wine of two lips
And we were born again
In the wine of two lips
And we were born again
Rita’s name was a festival in my mouth
Rita’s body was a wedding in my blood
And I was lost myself for two years with Rita
And she slept upon my forearm for two years
And I was lost myself for two years with Rita
And she slept upon my forearm for two years
And we vowed to each other as we shared the most beautiful cup
And we burned and we burned and we burned and we burned
In the wine of two lips
And we were born again
In the wine of two lips
And we were born again
Ah rita
ah rita
What thing turned my eyes away from looking at your eyes
What thing turned my eyes away from looking at your eyes
Except two secrets and amber clouds (refering to her eyes)
Before this rifle
Once upon a time
oh silence of the evening
My moon migrated far away in the morning
in the amber eyes
in the amber eyes
Once upon a time
oh silence of the evening
My moon migrated far away in the morning
in the amber eyes
in the amber eyes
And the city
swept away all the singers and Rita
And the city
swept away all the singers and Rita
Standing between Rita and my eyes is a rifle
a rifle
a rifle

August 21, 2014

Flickering Sundown- the Palestinian problem ……… 19

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עִם דִּמְדּוּמֵי הַחַמָּה
חיים נחמן ביאליק‎

עִם דִּמְדּוּמֵי הַחַמָּה אֶל-הַחַלּוֹן נָא-גשִׁי
וְעָלַי הִתְרַפָּקִי,
לִפְתִי הֵיטֵב צַוָּארִי, שִׂימִי רֹאשֵׁךְ עַל-רֹאשִׁי –
וְכֹה עִמִּי תִדְבָּקִי.

וּמְחֻשָּׁקִים וּדְבֵקִים, אֶל-הַזֹּהַר הַנּוֹרָא
דּוּמָם נִשָּׂא עֵינֵינוּ;
וְשִׁלַּחְנוּ לַחָפְשִׁי עַל-פְּנֵי יַמֵּי הָאוֹרָה
כָּל-הִרְהוּרֵי לִבֵּנוּ.

וְהִתְנַשְּׂאוּ לַמָּרוֹם בִּיעָף שׁוֹקֵק כַּיּוֹנִים,
וּבַמֶּרְחָק יַפְלִיגוּ, יֹאבֵדוּ;
וְעַל-פְּנֵי רֻכְסֵי אַרְגָּמָן, אִיֵּי-זֹהַר אַדְמוֹנִים,
בִּיעָף דּוּמָם יֵרֵדוּ.

הֵם הָאִיִּים הָרְחוֹקִים, הָעוֹלָמוֹת הַגְּבֹהִים
זוּ בַחֲלוֹמוֹת רְאִינוּם;
שֶׁעָשׂוּנוּ לְגֵרִים תַּחַת כָּל-הַשָּׁמָיִם,
וְחַיֵּינוּ – לְגֵיהִנֹּם.

הֵמָּה אִיֵּי-הַזָּהָב זוּ צָמֵאנוּ אֲלֵיהֶם
כְּאֶל אֶרֶץ מוֹלֶדֶת;
שֶׁכָּל-כּוֹכְבֵי הַלַּיִל רָמְזוּ לָנוּ עֲלֵיהֶם
בְּאוֹר קֶרֶן רוֹעֶדֶת.

וַעֲלֵיהֶם נִשְׁאַרְנוּ בְּלִי-רֵעַ וְעָמִית
כִּשְׁנֵי פְרָחִים בַּצִּיָּה;
כִּשְׁנֵי אֹבְדִים הַמְבַקְשִׁים אֲבֵדָה עוֹלָמִית
עַל-פְּנֵי אֶרֶץ נָכְרִיָּה.

By flickering sundown, come to the window
And lean on me, let me receive
Your arms round my neck, your head on my head-
And let us conjoin in the eve.

So blended, toward one bright, terrible Glory
Our eyes will turn, silent, and see.
On seas of the light we’ll set, in the sunset,
Our innermost fantasies free,

And rustling like doves, desirously wild,
They’ll home for the distance, the height,
To reach violet ridges, islands of glory.
And there they will calmly alight…

Those islands afar! Those same worlds on high
Which all of our dreams foretell,
Which rendered us strangers under all Heaven,
Converted our lives into Hell;

Those islands of gold for which we so thirsted
As if for a homeland, whose way
All stars of the night kept signaling out
To us with one quivering ray….

On them we were left, no friend or companion:
Two flowers cast out to the sands,
Two lost ones who seek a thing lost forever
As strangers upon a strange land.

By Flickering Sundown
By Hayyim Bialik
Translated by A.Z. Foreman

Wonder, silence, gratitude

one who is going upstream ......

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one who is going upstream ......

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