Little Rami....!

my child hood was abit different them others. i was raised in different cultures. i am from Libya and i grow up in Russia. i spend 5 years of my life in the extremely cold of Moscow. it was nice to learn about Russia's culture but sadly i learnt too much. my father registered me in a Russian nursery which i spent my whole day with Russian kids. it was really nice for me but not for my father. he soon discovered that i was into Russia more than Libya. i even started to speak Russian fluently and broken Arabic. i really enjoyed living there. the snow is perfect. its very cold but after few months you can get used to it. the Russian trying there best to use the snow in the direction. they recycle the snow to reduce mineral water. they also used it to get tourists. they built everything with ice. they built iced playgrounds and restaurants. now they even built a whole accessorise hotel in ice. i lived in there in a part of my life which i will never forget. i went to Russian nersurey from 8am until 6pm. the nersurey were my second home where i feel secured and comfortable. the teachers are nice and the student were all my friends. i can remember once when my dad took me and my brothers for sking. that day i didnt wear enough clothes so i al most freezed to death.

I love you, I won’t say it again

I love you, I won’t say it againI love you, won’t repeat it, I want you and you do the sameI love you abnormal love, my feeling are from another time (when love was real)
Your soul is living in mine, in your heart I’ve seen my veinYour tears run in my eyes, and all my sadness is gone (he means that his sadness is nothing when his love is sad)
I get happy and life is happiness if you’re satisfied and forgivenThe sun laughed in my morning either for you or for me
Your soul is living in mine, in your heart I’ve seen my veinYour tears run in my eyes, and all my sadness is gone (he means that his sadness is nothing when his love is sad)

Khod balak 3alya

translation: Pay attention to me This is not how you should treat me And remember that I've tired in my days because of you If only you would just understand me and not consider me insignificant Along you remain hurt and don't clear up This is loneliness As much as you sacrifice and bear As soon as you think you'll forget you don't ask permission There were things you were lacking and I completed them And many things not nice about you that I made beautiful If you've lost an opportunity you will be angry about it Who but me lives caring for you for all her life? Who but me would leave her soul for you if you left her? Who but me if you needed her would you find her right away?