This is Beirut; a distance for the dream

and everybody marched towards the distant city;

in that city they lit a fire

and in that fire, they die

and in the fire, they fear

they write a story that starts where it is supposed to end

and that ends like it had never started

Elias Khoury "the city doors"

This is not a city

this is Beirut

a distance for the dream

slowness invades the city in the weekends

like the sea

little noises and lovely voids

a resting void

a waiting void

a postponed calamity

I patrol the empty streets alone

for the first time I notice the details of Beirut

this city is like a well

it gives life to life

and like a well it takes it away endlessly

this city craves for destruction

the image of its upcoming catastrophe is already here

... total devastation