The Cherry Season
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| Yousif Omar, Iraqi Music, Commercials & Film Director & actor |
The Cherry Season
Everyone
takes their breath in the last shot after a thousand and one shot, but I was
asked to give what's beyond than that limit,
Everyone was
my friend, and I was everyone's friend also, and it is customary according to
the common saying that everyone's friend is not a friend of anyone, but he is
considered the best friend of himself ever in existence!
And then I
realized that I am a lot to everyone, I was always the one who gives all the
time, I give the real, the original, and the rare things. Due to the fact that I
am not a normal being; they just don’t know that I am the son of difference,
steadfastness, isolation, and laughter in passing and forgotten times. I will
give them an excuse because never made them feel not even close to wonder where
I really came from!
I am the son
of the four seasons until they were shortened by only two seasons,
winter-summer, summer-winter until these two seasons continued to play with me
the role of the musical record, whose function continues to rotate and spin and
spin until the moment you hear a shooting from a place, or maybe even a timed
bomb!
I am the son
of contradictions, such as night and day, the sun, and moon and between
every two and nothing at all.
I am that
child who chews his cigarette with peace of mind, relieved of conscience. Oh,
my delicious cigarette how smart are you when you carry a taste that is more
delicious than the cherry taste?!
Cherry, who
was fed to me by a woman, not on appointment, transparent, no one ever saw her,
just the one I was seeing and seeing her details, she was so real that I didn't
doubt that her presence was an illusion, she was like a mother and that's what
made her exceptional in the depths of my imagination!
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Oh Lord, how much
longer should I be patient to look for her likeness?
Maybe I will
need a lifetime after a lifetime to complete this search journey in order to
find the woman of my imagination, in the consolation, I will not let what my
imaginations have woven about her to remain a mirage or finding her in some
corner on this globe, even if I end up swimming between galaxies, meteors and
meteors to collect the remnants of the scenery image I once drawn of her , I
will insist to go through this experience without any regrets, or think of what
even the impossible going to look like,
not even the impossible..
Not even impossible.
Never impossible.
Or maybe
impossible.
Here, and the
pink dream scene closes, hoping that show has won your attention, admiration
and won the satisfaction of those who are never satisfied.
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