Fire

آری، آری ، زندگی زیباست زندگی آتشگهی دیرنده پا برجاست گر بیفروزیش، رقص شعله اش در هر کران پیداست ورنه، خاموش است وخاموشی گناه ماست سیاوش کسرایی / / / / / Life is like fire, can burns forever. If we turn it on we can see flame dances from far away, other wise its dark and thats our fault.

He was very handsome and had a great personality. He had those characteristic that makes you excited about life. I wanted to listen to his stories about all his great adventures when he was biking and backpacking around Europe and Iran. I was wondering how comes I didn't know that he did all those exciting things. I was shy. I was trying all my best to keep the conversation alive. I was trying to make a good impression. I had lots of butterfly in my stomach... A bit later, some where in the border of awareness and sleep, I remember that I have a boyfriend and I'm in a great committed relationship. I remember that I'm not that shy anymore. Then I remember that he is not that handsome, yeah, the last time I saw him, it was in his wedding and he was far from the picture in my dream.




you know, Its very interesting for me that, in my very deep subconscious, i still don't have (at least) the last 5 years of my life. I'm a shy girl, who when a cute guy look at her or talks to her, she get all those butterflies. I live in a hazy location, somewhere combine between Iran and here. my home is always my home in iran. but sometimes the other locations or people are people from here....
Its 12 years, and not in a single dreem my room, or my home was here.

When you switch from anti pimple cream ( of your joosh hay ghoroore javani) to antri wrinkle cream...

A: How old are you?
Me: I'm 27,....
Oh, No I'm 31, waw, good old days.......