Friday, September 30, 2016

Friday, September 23, 2016

My least favorite life


This is my least favorite life
The one where you fly and I don’t
A kiss holds a million deceits
And a lifetime goes up in smoke
This is my least favorite you
Who floats far above earth and stone
The nights that I twist on the rack
Is the time that I feel most at home

We're wandering in the shade
And the rustle of fallen leaves
A bird on the edge of a blade
Lost now forever, my love, in a sweet memory

The station pulls away from the train
The blue pulls away from the sky
The whisper of two broken wings
May be they’re yours, maybe they’re mine
This is my least favorite life
The one where I am out of my mind
The one where you are just out of reach
The one where I stay and you fly

I'm wandering in the shade
And the rustle of fallen leaves
A bird on the edge of the blade
Lost now forever, my love, in a sweet memory



Thursday, September 22, 2016

Yumeji's Theme

This piece of music cuts my veins and digs deep into my heart. It goes into my past, opens all the old wounds and I bleed to death...


in the mood for love ...

I remember those vanished years
As though looking through a dusty window pane
The past is something I could see but not touch
and everything I see is blurred and indistinct

...

Monday, September 19, 2016

Longing

The strong sense of longing; the longing that comes often and doesn't leave...

Monday, September 12, 2016

Lola's last letter

It's a good film. Watch it :)

"I do think about you a lot, and I know probably looks like I'm having fun and everything is fine; but it's not OK and I'm not OK. I mean what do you fucking want from me? I said I'm fucking sorry, what do you need? What can I do? I want to fix it. How do you move on, you know? What do I have to do? ..."

How do you move on? HOW?


Wednesday, September 7, 2016

شب کوهی مجدد!

باز شروع کرده ام به کوه نوردی - گاهی تنهایی و گاهی با گروه. هفته پیش یکی از قله های نه چندان بلند اطراف سالت لیک را انتخاب کردم برای یک کوهنوردی تنهایی عصرانه. صعود یک ساعت و ده دقیقه با ریتم تند انجام شد. در راه برگشت مسیر کوتاه تر و پر شیب تر را انتخاب کردم که زود تر برگردم! ولی شب شد و شیب خیلی تند تر از چیزی بود که تصور می کردم. مسیر هم به شدت لغزنده بود. خلاصه به قول مامان به والذاریات و بعد از شاید دو ساعت رسیدم پایین. از چند بار لیز خوردن و زمین خودرن، خدا رو شکر آسیب جدی ندیدم. یاد فرمایشات گهر بار همسر سابق می افتم که می فرمود: مصطفی! تو همیشه کارهای خرکی می کنی!