In the reason that care....

[Sinibaldi F.]

I try to
discover a
whole day and
so, when a
cloud disappears,
a secret returns
in my mind
recalling the
young soul and
the world of
your dreams...

Francesco Sinibaldi

[jalaaludin5]

Ilaahi cirka taagayee 
Dayaxa iyo cadceeddiyop 
Xiddigaa ku cigaalayow ! 
Ilaahi caadil ahaaye 
Dhulka caynkan u daadshaye 
Ku culaysiyey buurta e 
Isagoon cidi joogin 
Casiiskii Nebi Aadan 
Ka buuray cammuudda e 
Cidhifkaa bidixdiisa 
Intuu caaro ka jeebay 
Cadkii Xaawa ka yeelayow 
Ilaahi caadil ahaaye 
Ciyaarsiiyay buxuurta e 
Ceejiyee ama siiyayow 
Ilaahii caadil ahaaye 
Casiiskii Nebi Luud 
Kuwii caasi gareeyay 
Amaba ceebta yiqiinnay 
Habeen cawda u gooyayow 
Ilaahii caadil ahaaye 
Casiiskiisii Suleymaan 
Dabayshuu carbiyayow ! 
Ilaahii Nebi Ciise 
Cilmigiisa ku qaadaye 
Cashaduu iman doonana 
Cawar seef ugu dhiibayow 
Ilaahi caadil ahaaye 
Casiiskii Ayuub 
Cudurkii uu ku raajay 
Marki uu caban waayey 
Caafimaad ugu doorshay 
Curuuqddiisii dhammaatiyo 
Raxmaddii ku dul caastay 
Cimrigoodi yareeyaye 
Cusbeysiiyey Jidhkooda E 
Caruusiinta ka yeelayow 


C/laahi Suldaan "Timacade" 
-
-
-

[Idman702]

The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wings
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.

But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings
with fearful trill
of the things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom

The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
and he names the sky his own.

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing

The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.


Maya Angelou