ﻗﺎﻟﺖ ﻟﻲ ﺃﻳﻬﺎ ﺍﻟﺸﺮﻗﻲ ﺍﻟﺮﺟﻌﻲ ﺍﻷﻓﻜﺎﺭ ..... ﺗﺒﺎﻋﺪ ﻗﻠﻴﻼ ﻓﺄﻧﺎ ﺃﻧﺜﻰ ﻣﺘﻤﺮﺩﺓ ﻋﻠﻰ ﻋﻘﻠﻴﺎﺕ ﺍﻟﺸﺮﻕ ......
ﺟﻤﻴﻠﺔ ﺃﻧﺎ ...... ﻣﺜﻴﺮﺓ ﻭ ﺷﻬﻴﺔ ..... ﻋﻴﻮﻧﻲ ﺑﺤﺎﺭ ﻣﻦ ﺃﻟﻐﺎﺯ ﻭ ﺃﺳﺮﺍﺭ ..... ﻭ ﺗﻈﻦ ﻭﺣﺪﻙ ﺃﻧﻚ ﺗﻤﻠﻚ
ﻛﻞ ﺍﻷﺟﻮﺑﺔ ﻭ ﺍﻟﺤﻠﻮﻝ ...... ﺗﺒﺎﻋﺪ ﻓﺄﻧﺎ ﻣﺪﺭﻛﺔ ﻟﻜﻞ ﻗﻴﻮﺩﻙ ﺍﻟﻤﺨﺒﺄﺓ ﺧﻠﻒ ﺷﺮﻗﻴﺘﻚ ...... ﻓﺄﻧﺖ ﺃﻭﻻ
ﺳﺘﻐﺎﺭ ...... ﻭ ﺛﺎﻧﻴﺎ ﺳﺘﻘﻴﻢ ﺣﻮﻟﻲ ﺍﻷﺳﻮﺍﺭ ....... ﻭ ﺑﺪﻻ ﻣﻦ ﺃﻥ ﺗﺤﻞ ﺍﻷﻟﻐﺎﺯ ..... ﺳﺘﻐﺮﻗﻨﻲ ﻓﻲ
ﺳﻴﻞ ﻣﻦ ﺍﻷﺳﺌﻠﺔ ﻭ ﻟﻦ ﺗﻨﺘﻈﺮ ﻣﻨﻲ ﺍﻹﺟﺎﺑﺎﺕ ....... ﺃﻳﻬﺎ ﺍﻟﺸﺮﻗﻲ ﺍﻟﻤﺘﺤﺬﻟﻖ ﺑﻜﻠﻤﺎﺕ ﺍﻟﻌﺸﻖ ﻭ ﺍﻟﻮﺟﺪ
ﻭ ﺍﻟﻮﻟﻪ ...... ﻣﺎ ﺍﻟﺬﻱ ﺗﻌﺮﻓﻪ ﻋﻦ ﺍﻟﺤﺐ ﻭ ﺍﻟﺸﻮﻕ ...... ﺳﺘﺮﻏﺐ ﻓﻲ ﻓﺮﺽ ﺳﻴﻄﺮﺗﻪ ﻋﻠﻰ ﻗﻠﺒﻲ ﻭ
ﻓﻜﺮﻱ ...... ﺳﺘﻘﻴﺪﻧﻲ ﺑﻌﺎﺩﺍﺗﻚ ﻭ ﺗﺤﺎﻭﻝ ﺃﻥ ﺗﻨﺴﻴﻨﻲ ﻣﺎ ﺑﻪ ﺃﺅﻭﻣﻦ ﻭ ﺃﻋﺘﻘﺪ ...... ﺳﺘﻜﻮﻥ ﺑﺎﻟﻨﻬﺎﻳﺔ
ﺃﻧﺖ ﻭﺣﺪﻙ ﻋﻨﻮﺍﻥ ﺍﻟﻘﺮﺍﺭ ..... ﺳﺘﺮﻓﺾ ﻣﺸﺎﺭﻛﺘﻲ ﻟﻚ ﺍﻟﺤﻮﺍﺭ ....... ﻭ ﺇﻥ ﺗﻨﺎﻗﺸﻨﺎ ﺳﻴﻜﻮﻥ ﻧﻘﺎﺷﻨﺎ
ﺻﻮﺭﻳﺎ ﻣﺴﺘﻌﺎﺭ ....... ﻭ ﺇﻥ ﻟﻢ ﺗﻜﻦ ﻛﺬﻟﻚ ﻓﺈﻥ ﻟﻠﺠﺎﻧﺐ ﺍﻵﺧﺮ ﺳﺘﻨﺤﺎﺯ ....... ﺳﺘﺆﻣﻦ ﺑﻤﺎ ﺃﻋﺘﻘﺪ
ﺩﻭﻧﻤﺎ ﺍﻗﺘﻨﺎﻉ ....... ﺳﺘﻜﻮﻥ ﺷﺨﺼﻴﺘﻚ ﻟﻲ ﺗﺎﺑﻌﺔ ...... ﺳﻴﺮﻏﻤﻚ ﺟﻤﺎﻟﻲ ﻭ ﺩﻻﻟﻲ ﻋﻠﻰ ﺍﻟﻤﻮﺍﻓﻘﺔ
ﻋﻠﻰ ﺟﻤﻴﻊ ﺃﻓﻌﺎﻟﻲ ...... ﻭ ﺳﺄﻛﻮﻥ ﻭﺣﺪﻱ ﻋﻨﻮﺍﻥ ﺍﻟﻘﺮﺍﺭ ...... ﻓﺄﻧﺖ ﺃﻳﻬﺎ ﺍﻟﺸﺮﻗﻲ ﻭﺍﺣﺪ ﻣﻦ
ﺇﺛﻨﻴﻦ ........ ﺇﻣﺎ ﻣﻌﻘﺪ ﺑﻌﻘﺪ ﺍﻟﻌﺎﺩﺍﺕ ﺍﻟﺸﺮﻗﻴﺔ ....... ﻭ ﺃﻧﻚ ﺭﺟﻞ ﻭ ﺃﻧﺎ ﻟﺪﻳﻚ ﺍﻟﻀﺤﻴﺔ ........ ﺃﻭ
ﺃﻧﻚ ﺃﻣﺎﻣﻲ ﺿﻌﻴﻒ ﺍﻟﺸﺨﺼﻴﺔ ....... ﻣﺴﺘﺴﻠﻢ ﻟﻘﺮﺍﺭﺍﺗﻲ ﻭ ﺭﻏﺒﺎﺗﻲ ﻣﻬﻤﺎ ﻛﺎﻧﺖ ﺟﺎﻣﺤﺔ ﻭ ﻏﻴﺮ
ﻣﺮﺿﻴﺔ ........ ﻭ ﺃﻧﺎ ﺃﻧﺜﻰ ﻣﺘﻤﺮﺩﺓ ﻋﻠﻰ ﺗﻠﻚ ﺍﻟﻌﺎﺩﺍﺕ ﺍﻟﻤﻘﻴﺪﺓ ﻟﻠﺤﻮﺍﺭ ﻭ ﺍﻟﻤﻨﻄﻘﻴﺔ ...... ﻭ ﺍﻟﺤﺐ ﻓﻲ
ﺣﻴﺎﺗﻲ ﻗﻨﺎﻋﺔ ﻭ ﺣﻮﺍﺭ ﻭ ﻣﻨﻄﻘﻴﺔ ....... ﻛﻞ ﻣﺎ ﺃﺭﻳﺪﻩ ﻫﻮ ﺭﺟﻞ ﻳﻔﻬﻤﻨﻲ ﺑﻤﻨﻄﻘﻴﺔ ....... ﻳﺘﺤﺎﻭﺭ ﻭ
ﻳﺘﻔﺎﻭﺽ ﻭ ﻳﺸﺮﻛﻨﻲ ﻓﻲ ﻛﻞ ﻗﻀﻴﺔ ......... ﻓﻬﺬﺍ ﻫﻮ ﺍﻟﻌﺸﻖ ﺍﻟﺬﻱ ﺗﺤﺘﺎﺟﻪ ﺍﻻﻧﺜﻰ ﺍﻟﺸﺮﻗﻴﺔ