Lebanon has witnessed these two days a reception and a farewell to militants that do not resemble each other and bring them together the characteristic of clarity, direct and stubborn idea, each in its location.
Lebanon received an exceptional activist and bid farewell to an exceptional artist, who founded a conscious artistic and cultural school. Conscious of all the meaning of this word, conscious in its words, attitudes, music, and theater, which collected on his theater all the characters that a person coincides with and hears her direct spontaneous words and a melody for his mother tunes stood up and called: O Jabal Al -Sheikh, I will give you, greet him, and I have nostalgia. And he shouted: My birth was fed up to ride the medium with Ziad to tell him I have confidence in you, and you see: I love some of you.
Ziad is like his spontaneity, words, music, and behavior, the simple person committed to his sailors, neighbors, family and friends, does not wait for any reward, praise or fame, as he gives fame and evaluation in his field and specialization, which is the ruling and the standard of the quality of art associated with the ordinary people of people for all of this was not accepted to be a guest in or on screens, pages or festivals of vulgarity and did not help That was presented to him secretly and indirectly. An artist is committed to all the meaning of this word.
Simply because he was a respectable person who respects his music, theater, his words and his art, and his fans respect the simple and different colors.
Each composer, critical, political writer, committed to a human being who carries all the wounds and pain of the persecuted persecuted, expressed in the strength of his simple word composed in street tones, lanes, alleys, narrow corridors of the camps, plains, and the wild paths that were carrying his voice and his mother’s voice to the south on a trip with the fighters of freedom in their roads.
Ziad wrote, melody, and like all their spectra and colors.
His melodies were dancing as a child carrying the wind on the rug of the stage of the theater to pass through every oppressed, exhausted from the pressure of life and its needs to explain his condition and give him hope in the future.
Ziad found in a time other than his time and in a place other than his place, but he was able to volunteer the place over time to establish an exceptional cultural art school.
Goodbye Ziad Rahbani, the artist, the stubborn artist.
