April 13’s mixed feelings: Happy Birthday Rita & sad anniversary of the Lebanese civil war

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!

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