From my young age I see for a little
And I know that in my ten age, my name from Glick and from Hanani
The day of your confusion of loss and my lips is like freez
I finished with you, and you are still with me
By God, the waste that you have suffered is what is lost I love you and I miss you.
Repost from @desert_shield_team من أجمل اللقطات وأكثرها متعه وآثاره وتشويق في الألعاب الحكومية... احساسه بروح الفريق وهو اخر شخص من الفريق يجتاز حاجز هادم القوى ليكسب مع فريقه نقاط هذا الحاجز وتكون هذه النقاط كفيله بتاهلهم للنهائيات
O wolf, whose howl is over the mountain's peak
Your howling always draws people's attention
It's as if you are calling upon the world and no one answers you
Between the sky and the mountains with their hard rocks
If it was out of hunger I would have said that hunting is close to you
Turn to your prey with your right hand and choose it
And if you're complaining from alienation in a strange era
Like you, other people had shut up about their alienation and in their own homes
And as for howling, it's sunset time which drags the souls and exposes their secrets
Sure your heart has been in love and you've lost a lover
Who took you from the paradise of yearning to its fire
O Fazza, translate your emotions with the sense of a litterateur
Whose wounds are never drained away from their thoughts
Let the nights bring whatever misery it would bring
And don't expect it to offer its sincere apologies
This matter is normal, don't ever think that it's suspicious
Be patient, and increase your stubbornness while it increases its determination
How much is a twig's patience in the heat of a depressing midsummer
Until the cloud pours its rain upon it
And it gets wet and green till you see its dampen twig
And the tiredness, and the trip of the circle of the year's seasons
As for love, love is a strange matter
And the news about lovers are known to everyone
There is no medicine prescribed by doctors for the wounds
But the amount of treatment is measured by the amount of wounds
Except for the wounds of a companion which hurts from a companion
Their treatment is with the one who caused their effects
O wolf, nights has made the young ones become gray-haired
And what makes the young ones gray-haired, can also make the older gray-haired
Come close to the ribs and delight my ears with your howling
Let the people hear you and their eyes see
Sheikh Hamdan doesn't ask for any kind of donations, nor does his team. #faz3 doesn't contact his fans for Hangouts, WhatsApp, VIBER, Facebook or DIRECT on Instagram... they're impostors !!!
There is no Royal card or membership to belong to the Royal Family Club. Neither Fazza is going to offer you marriage, nor will he tell you to pay the license for that.
Another important point, Hamdan doesn't introduce himself as a Prince, NEVER. 📝
Sheikh Hamdan no pide ningún tipo de donaciones, tampoco su equipo. #faz3 no se comunica con sus fans por Hangouts, WhatsApp, VIBER, Facebook ni al DIRECTO de Instagram. Son impostores !!! No existen la Tarjeta Real ni membresía para pertenecer al Club de la Familia Real.
Fazza no te va venir a ofrecer matrimonio por éste medio, mucho menos pedirte que pagues el permiso para la licencia de matrimonio.
Otro punto importante, Hamdan no se va presentar como Príncipe, NUNCA. 📝
O xeque Hamdan não pede nenhum tipo de doação, nem sua equipe.
Não há nenhum cartão real ou associação que pertença ao Royal Family Club.
Fazza não irá oferecer-lhe casamento por esse meio, muito menos pedir-lhe para pagar a licença de casamento.
Outro ponto importante, Hamdan não se apresentará como Prince, NUNCA. 📝
Hunter , I heard your voice ... When I thought I did not have the strength to carry on, I heard your voice and I rose from the ashes ... Hunter, your voice echoes in my mind and I long to be your right hand like the wolf in the desert long for the water of the oasis ... I hunt you, I chase the dream of reality, I listen to you hunter! Ane Coimbra (The love of the wolves) #poetry#hunter#loves#fazza#AC#poems#wolf#nature#earth