Happy Birthday Dearest Rita ?!
Some dates we will always remember until our death— April 13, 1975 is one of them.
Never again! May all the countries of the world, including us in Canada, know how to preserve the freedom of thoughts and of expression, dignity, and peace of mind of all their citizens… It is Bambi’s wish to the world, especially on this April 13.
As for you Rita, Bambi misses you big time and wishes you all the best!
For fun, here are two songs for you:
The first one is about how armed conflict times (“a rifle”) separated a man from his love, namely a woman called Rita. What an eternal song by Mr. Marcel Khalife (words by the poet Mahmoud Darwish)!
“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”.
Now, the second song is more joyful (Happy Birthday in Arabic ?):
To conclude this post on other beautiful wishes to all the friends and relatives, Happy beginning of Ramadan month to all! If Bambi is not mistaken, some of you will begin the spiritual journey today. Others tomorrow. Take good care and all the best!
