Monday, November 17

نشستم تو اسکای ترین

دخترای خوش قیافه به پسرای خوش قیافه نگاه می‌کنن

پسرای خوش قیافه به دخترای خوش قیافه چشمک میزنن

بعد دخترای خوش قیافه لبخند میزنن و چشماشون برق می‌زنه

بعظی‌هاشون هم خجالت میکشن و روشون رو می‌کنن اونور و تو دلشون لبخند میزنن

من دارم بیرون رو نگاه می‌کنم و لئونارد کوئون گوش می‌کنم:


Everybody knows that the boat is leaking
Everybody knows that the captain lied
Everybody got this broken feeling
Like their father or their dog just died

Everybody talking to their pockets
Everybody wants a box of chocolates
And a long stem rose
Everybody knows

Everybody knows, everybody knows
Thats how it goes
Everybody knows..





Monday, November 10









I'm waiting for December.. for the snow.. coffee on an early cold Saturday morning...

I'll miss the reds and oranges in the air
Leonard Cohen..
And I'll always know that: no memory deserves to be forgotten.. specially mine!

But it's time to move on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on.. cuz I know that "it'll be fine, it'll be fine, it'll be fine, it'll be fine.... for awhile"