Far away, behind all the sees, behind all the mountains, in the absence of life and history, lies a paradise!
A heaven on Earth.
Whoever tastes its sweetness, finds everything else bitter. Whoever sees its magnificence, considers all other greatness small.
To be in Vancouver, is to take a true vacation from this tedious work called ‘Life’…
The Soaring Eagle 
I also realized that your pen-name has changed to soaring eagle… interesting development, it reminds me of the conversation we had about your arabic poetry pen-name, which makes this change quite satisfying, pleasant and ironic
The Soaring Eagle will emerge at the right time. He’s strong, proud and compassionate. He likes to help. To grab those about to fall down, and lift them high, very high in the bright, blue sky. Right now, he’s still recovering from a fatal wound, that has made him unable to fly, let alone soar!
It makes me want to go there, I feel like there are untapped facets of inspiration in its nature waiting for me to explore them…
People always ask me which of the countries I visited I liked the most.. I never had an answer.. May be because I trained myself to live my moment and move on..
Your affection for Vancouver is very well justified.. It is a beautiful place after all.. I think though that your extreme apprciation for nature, peace, and tranqulity reflects a much deeper sophistication of thoughts and taste.. or it could be a simple feeling of freedom..
That is very true!!!and don’t ferget to take photos,one more comment,your poems touchs me so much.
بعيدا بعيدا..وراء كل البحار..
وراء كل الجبال
وفي غيبة من الحياة والتاريخ
يهجع فردوس
جنة على الأرض
من ذاق حلاوتها
وجد كل ما عداها مرا
من رأى عظمتها
( فخامتها، روعتها)
وجد كل عظمة غيرها ضئيلة
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أن تكون في فانكوفر
يعني أنك في إجازة حقيقية
من ذلك العمل المضجر المسمى
( الحياة)
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لا فض فوك.. أعتقد أنك ستكتب أكثر عنها..
راجعوا الترجمة يا مختصون
That was a great translation of my recent post about Vancouver. Thanks Fatima!