Saturday, March 22




nobody knows whoyou
are...
.
.
.

how near or how far
.
.
.



Friday, March 21

Monday, March 17




They always walk together like they have no one else in the whole world
but they never hold hands, they never touch.
And they never smile, from the bottom of their hearts.
When I look into her eyes, I see nothing..
I'm wondering if she's frozen inside.
His eyes are cold and his voice is low when he talks to her.
I'm shouting: WHATTTTT? I CAN'T HEAR YOUUU.. LOUDER.. LOUDER!
but she hears and nods.
And they both turn around and walk away,
without holding hands.



Friday, March 14

یه حسی بهم میگه زیاد دور برندار بچه.. سرخوشیت زود گذره...
این آهنگ ِ رو خیییییلی دوست دارم





Love, love is a verb

Love is a doing word

Fearless on my breath

Gentle impulsion

Shakes me makes me lighter

Fearless on my breath


Teardrop on the fire

Fearless on my breath


Nine night of matter

Black flowers blossom

Fearless on my breath

Black flowers blossom

Fearless on my breath


Teardrop on the fire

Fearless on my breath


Water is my eye

Most faithful mirror

Fearless on my breath

Teardrop on the fire of a confession

Fearless on my breath

Most faithful mirror

Fearless on my breath


Teardrop on the fire

Fearless on my breath


Stumbling a little

Stumbling a little


Sunday, March 9


اگر بدوی
طوفان می شود..
نزدیک نیا،
آب تو را خواهد برد