چیزهایی که شاخ و دم دارند تعدادشون از چیزهایی که شاخ و دم ندارند خیلی کمتره، به این مساله همیشه دقت داشته باشید.
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Wednesday, November 03, 2010
It gets better for gays, it doesn't get better for weirdos. period.
Tuesday, November 02, 2010
If I were a witch, I would have no shame in using my powers, but I'm not.
She, however, I'm sure is some sort of a witch, why else would everyone love and respects her so much? She used to be religious, during the revolution she became a religious intellectual, now 30 years later she's just a bizarre kind of an intellectual, She says Marx probably had aspergers syndrome, the classical democracy destroys mobilization, Nietzche is dead and God just never was alive to begin with. I say viva la revoluation and go to sleep.
She, however, I'm sure is some sort of a witch, why else would everyone love and respects her so much? She used to be religious, during the revolution she became a religious intellectual, now 30 years later she's just a bizarre kind of an intellectual, She says Marx probably had aspergers syndrome, the classical democracy destroys mobilization, Nietzche is dead and God just never was alive to begin with. I say viva la revoluation and go to sleep.
Monday, November 01, 2010
This cafe you see, it's closed. it's been closed for a thousand years,
It's just full of imaginary people, imaginary people talking to their own imaginary friends. Disappearing by the end of the day, going back to their imaginary homes.
But it's still a nice place, if you like it too you should go and like it on facebook.
It's just full of imaginary people, imaginary people talking to their own imaginary friends. Disappearing by the end of the day, going back to their imaginary homes.
But it's still a nice place, if you like it too you should go and like it on facebook.
Monday, October 18, 2010
"If we affirm one single moment, we thus affirm not only ourselves but all existence. For nothing is self-sufficient, neither in ourselves nor in things: and if our soul has trembled with happiness and sounded like a harpstring just once, all eternity was needed to produce this one event - and in this single moment of affirmation all eternity was called good, redeemed, justified, and affirmed"
-Nietzsche
Ok, it's official, for the first time ever, I want to start over!
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Te maldigo para que no puedas llorar
Que tu corazon se vuelva piedra
Que tu alma pierda su alegria
A la vez que mi cuerpo emvejece
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Happiness is listening to Du Pre playing Elgar on a rainy day in a crowded coffee shop
Monday, October 04, 2010
My body's very high maintenance, I've been taking good care of it, I take it out to the gym and running all the time, I feed it well, I dress it well, and it freaks out on me, what the hell? I guess it wants to be in close proximity to my worries that I have put in the closet for a while,
I know I know I know I know I know I know, ...
PS: A few days back, somebody said what would you do if you were not afraid? it was guitarist on stage, not that he expected an answer, but what immediately came to my mind was, I would have a child. I'm afraid I won't be able to provide for a child. then I thought, if the question was what would you do if you had a lot of money my answer would have been Travel and relax! Go figure!
I know I know I know I know I know I know, ...
PS: A few days back, somebody said what would you do if you were not afraid? it was guitarist on stage, not that he expected an answer, but what immediately came to my mind was, I would have a child. I'm afraid I won't be able to provide for a child. then I thought, if the question was what would you do if you had a lot of money my answer would have been Travel and relax! Go figure!
Saturday, September 25, 2010
Two things I want to have the most in the world right now and the two things I definitely should not have in the world right now, are the same. A good DSLR and a new flute!
and maybe, maybe, what I need the most but I want the least is a "coin operated boy"!
and maybe, maybe, what I need the most but I want the least is a "coin operated boy"!
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Is it the fall equinox? because I'm definitely not on my period!
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Victims of a coincidence
Through Sara Bafte: 30 years ago, on September 22 an 8 year war started that changed our lives forever. To the memories of our childhood lost in the bomb shelters, all those dark nights filled with explosions and "red alarms" which meant Iraqi bombers were flying above our heads... And to the memories of all the victims of war.
Monday, September 20, 2010
Sunday, September 19, 2010
She wrote me a poem, on a piece of torn paper, on a night we were leaving her alone, and she would not be there to make magic, with sound, noise and her colors and her toys. The girl that does not say much but can see the corner of your soul and eyes, eyes, eyes, big love-crumbs.
PS:
i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body. i like what it does,
i like its hows. i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones, and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz
of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh ... And eyes big love-crumbs,
and possibly i like the thrill
of under me you so quite new
E. E. Cummings
PS:
i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body. i like what it does,
i like its hows. i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones, and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz
of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh ... And eyes big love-crumbs,
and possibly i like the thrill
of under me you so quite new
E. E. Cummings
Thursday, September 16, 2010
It's so funny how even my personal history repeats itself too.
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Mon enfance passa
Where is your smile, I wondered, as you were walking down the stairs, holding a little girl's hand in your hand. A girl I didn't know, with the same curly hair as yours, staring at what was ahead, at what there was not, just like you were. Trying to walk down the stairs in perfect synchrony and one couldn't see the trying in your faces, you would not slow down or speed up, trying was in the paleness in your thumbs, squeezing the girl's hand, forcing her to adjust.
I watched you patiently, taking a million steps towards my table. You took a glance as you were sitting down, the girl staring at me, with a hint of curiosity and you, emotionless, expressionless, mute. Where is your smile? I wondered again.
The only thing reassuring me that time had not stopped was the shadow of the tree we were sitting under, moving as time passed. But I had not yet finished even one page of my book, the girl I didn't know hadn't taken her stare off me, why wouldn't she go and play? why didn't I say a word? where did you disapear to so suddenly?
Tonight, the little girl whom I don't know, who is not talking, is sleeping on the floor, still staring, such a heavy look that can wake you up from the deepest sleep, the eyes, and the smile, and I am the closest thing there is to crazy.
I watched you patiently, taking a million steps towards my table. You took a glance as you were sitting down, the girl staring at me, with a hint of curiosity and you, emotionless, expressionless, mute. Where is your smile? I wondered again.
The only thing reassuring me that time had not stopped was the shadow of the tree we were sitting under, moving as time passed. But I had not yet finished even one page of my book, the girl I didn't know hadn't taken her stare off me, why wouldn't she go and play? why didn't I say a word? where did you disapear to so suddenly?
Tonight, the little girl whom I don't know, who is not talking, is sleeping on the floor, still staring, such a heavy look that can wake you up from the deepest sleep, the eyes, and the smile, and I am the closest thing there is to crazy.
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Don't try
"Somebody at one of these places [...] asked me: "What do you do? How do you write, create?" You don't, I told them. You don't try. That's very important: not to try, either for Cadillacs, creation or immortality. You wait, and if nothing happens, you wait some more. It's like a bug high on the wall. You wait for it to come to you. When it gets close enough you reach out, slap out and kill it. Or if you like its looks you make a pet out of it." Charles Bukowski
Farnoosh Fasihi told me this when I was 12, I didn't quite get it, so I stopped writing music all together, but I completely agree now!
Farnoosh Fasihi told me this when I was 12, I didn't quite get it, so I stopped writing music all together, but I completely agree now!
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