Saturday, April 26, 2008

سرباز-زدن از کاری
طِی کشیدن ِ مسیری

دانشجوی ادبیات فرانسه
دانشگاه تهران

Friday, April 18, 2008

It's 11 in the morning and I am in love.

what could I say?
for it was down that I went
nobody believed what I said
nobody respected a sinking boat

but I can as well be a ship
that one day rises
and becomes a plane

Thursday, April 17, 2008

That whatever we are
In the end we all
by some means or the other
live in a
bad
dream;
to which there is
no
wake up.

Monday, April 14, 2008

To A Warmly Praised Cold Heart

And I
Cried again
That I had lost you
In the upcoming moments of the day
In that marvelous moment when
the sun rises above us;
And the hope shows its existence in the sky
that
Great things have not yet all died.
But
Still
This
Does not deny the fact
- Or was having you, itself, only a dream? –
That
I
Lost
You.

Saturday, April 12, 2008

The Epitaph at Corinth

And I hope that you, when
You drank from the waters
Of death with the new dead,
Drank no forgetfulness of me.


و امیدوارم که تو، آن هنگام که
همراه مُرده‌ی جدید،
از آب ِ مرگ نوشیدی،
آب ِ فراموشی ِ مرا ننوشیده باشی.

Friday, April 11, 2008

راه ِ من براي فرار از مسائل، افکندن خود در ميان آن‌هاست. امتحان کنيد؛ جواب مي‌‌دهد

Monday, April 7, 2008

You are sixty and everybody
Expects you to have established a certain strict belief,
Like:
God is one,
Or
Give to receive.
But what
They foolishly pay no attention to
Is that you knew all these
Right from the start.
So what progress?
If repeating repetitions.
Can they not see that you have always tried
To see through the inherent things,
See more?

Friday, April 4, 2008

و بدانیم اگر مشکل نبود
زندگی چیزی کم داشت.

پ.ن. باور کنید قبل از این که این پست رو بخونم، متن بالا رو نوشتم.

Thursday, April 3, 2008

چیزی که اونا دقت نمی‌کردن این بود که من، عاشق این زندگی کثافت ِ آشغال‌دماغ بودم. [آشغال‌دماغ بدترین فحشی هست که بلدم، انصافاً هم خیلی نفرت‌آوره. مخصوصاً وقتی چسبیده باشه به سینک روشویی.]

 

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