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Thursday, April 27, 2006

To Deracula...

I met Deracula last night; It could be the end of the story or just a start. Who knows?

The poem was really nice. But I'm not sure if I'm the one; I do not deserve all those words.
And for the weekend, and to show my gratitude, I'd like to say (taken from: Heart & Shoulder, Siren):

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Wanna cry for you
Would it do any good?
If I rained for you
It would just be water

And the night's with you
And the storm's in your hand
And you're down, and you're down
And I can't lift you

I'm powerless to change your world
I'm powerless to stop the hurt

But I'll give you my heart
Give you my shoulder
I give you my heart
Give you my shoulder
Over and over

Wanna run for you
Would it do any good?
If I flew for you
You would still be standing

And it's hard watching
'cause I'm part of you
And it's hard not to
Not to know what I can do

I'm powerless to change your world
I'm powerless to stop the hurt

I'm trying hard to be your tower of strength
I'm trying hard to bring you back to joy

I'll give you my heart
Give you my shoulder
I give you my heart
Give you my shoulder

When the night just cuts you through
And the dream is lost to you
When you're worried and confused

I will give you my heart give you my shoulder
I give you my heart
Give you my shoulder
Over and over

Time and again
Give you my shoulder
I will
I give you my heart
Give you my shoulder
I will
Time and again
Over and over
I give you my heart
Give you my shoulder
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Wednesday, April 26, 2006

Names

Surfing the net, I found this poem from Kenn Nesbitt:

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My sister's name is "Seven"
and my brother's name is "Eight."
My parents gave them freaky names
I'm sure they thought were great.

They could have named him "Michael"
and they could have named her "Sue."
Instead they both decided that
no normal names would do.

My brother could be "Brandon."
Maybe "Benjamin" or "Bill."
They could have named him "William"
and then simply called him "Will."

My sister could be "Sarah."
Maybe "Kimberly" or "Kelsey."
They could have named her "Caroline"
or "Katherine" or "Chelsea."

My brother could be "Steven"
or they could have named him "Todd."
But instead, his name is even
and my sister's name is odd.
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I've seen many people proud of their names. There are, however, some people who hate their names.
What about you? Do you have any problem with your name? How do you like it?

Saturday, April 22, 2006

It is all about love

It was a fantastic trip to my beautiful hometown, Shiraz. Family and friends, it is always good to see them. Those who are a part of your soul; your moments and memories. Fantastic…

Hafezieh (the tomb of Hafez) was hosting a lot of people from around the world on Thursday night. You know, it is a glory to be there in such moments. I wish you were there to see the whole scene.

Some guests were walking in the dark enjoying the relaxing environment with the Persian traditional song and the smell of blossoms in the dark; perfect for the lovers…

The tomb was surrounded by a crowd with their Divans (poems of Hafez) whispering the poems, looking for their fortune and destiny there in the book. You know, it is all about love…

And there were a third group, clinging to the tomb, lying down, no words, but a stream of tears on their face…

Tuesday, April 18, 2006

Leave yourself

To begin the new chapter of my blog, I'm going to publish a nice poem from Aziz Nesin here (translated from persian texts but originally in Turkish I guess):

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I guess,
That you'll escape;
I do not solicit;
Won't run;
But please leave your voice in me!

I know,
That you'll leave;
Won't stay in your way;
But please leave the good smell of your hair in me!

I know,
That we'll separate;
Won't desolate;
Won't peter;
But please leave your color in me!

I feel,
That you'll desolate;
Will be upset;
But please leave your ardor in me!

Now,
I know the difference;
That you'll forget;
And I,
Will turn to a dark sad ocean;
But please leave the taste of yourself in me!

You'll leave;
And can't stop you;
But please leave yourself in me!
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Please stay with me and find the new posts...