Nani & her World

2011-09-10T00:12:00.001-07:00

31 and alone

2010-12-02T14:02:00.000-08:00

I came to a realization today
I hate when that happens, it means I know what I want and sadly its not what I have...

He tries so hard to put a smile on everyone else's face...

The bruise on my arm is getting better, the bruise on my heart is getting worse.

2010-11-28T04:28:00.001-08:00

I'm bruised-literally-he bruised me...

2010-09-19T15:04:00.000-07:00

Small World

French tourists in Buenos Aires also look into each others eyes while toasting!

And again I am alone, 30 came by and said hi, I am so so alone...

2010-09-09T12:10:00.001-07:00

We just want to be loved, thats all

2010-06-02T15:11:00.000-07:00

بده بد بد

چه امیدی؟ چه ایمانی؟

کرک جان خوب می‌خوانی

من این آواز پاکت را در این غمگین خراب‌آباد

چو بوی بالهای سوخته‌ت پرواز خواهم داد

گرت دستی دهد با خویش در دنجی فراهم باش

بخوان آواز تلخت را

ولیکن دل به غم مسپار

کرک جان بنده‌ی دم باش

بده بد بد

ره هر پیک و پیغام و خبر بسته‌ست

نه تنها بال و پر، بال نظر بسته‌ست

قفس تنگ‌ست و در بسته‌ست

کرک جان راست گفتی خوب خواندی

ناز آوازت

من این آواز تلخت را

بده بد بد

دروغین بود هم لبخند و هم سوگند

دروغین است هر سوگند و هر لبخند

و حتی دلنشین آواز جفت تشنه‌ی پیوند

من این غمگین سرودت را هم‌آواز پرستوهای آه خویشتن پرواز خواهم داد

به شهر آواز خواهم داد

بده بد بد

چه پیوندی؟ چه پیمانی؟

کرک جان خوب می‌خوانی

خوشا با خود نشستن نرم‌نرمک اشکی افشاندن

خوشا پیمانه‌ای دور از حریفان گران جانی

کرک جان خوب می‌خوانی

اخوان ثالث

2010-02-22T21:32:00.000-08:00

I feel so alone...
-Ann Arbor, MI

2009-12-22T11:13:00.000-08:00

هستم ولی خستم

2009-10-20T10:55:00.000-07:00

I believe in knowledge and luck, facts and randomness, not God.
A doctor saved a mans life on an airplane.
The old man was lucky to have a doctor on the same plane.
The doctor had the knowledge to help the man...

Hopefully we will all have knowledge and luck around when we need them, specially on a plane!

2009-07-29T15:07:00.000-07:00

The Green "We were watching TV"- Nazli's Version

We were watching YT (YouTube), watching FB(Facebook)
In a random Square ,
Lost my baby there
My Persian rose ,In her bloodstained clothes
She was out fighting for her vote
On a warm summer evening in Tehran
She had a shiny hair ,She was the daughter of an engineer

Won't you shed a tear,For my Persian rose
My Persian rose ,In her bloodstained clothes
She had a perfect breasts,She had high hopes,She had almond eyes,She had ivory thighs,She was a student of philosophy

Won't you grieve with me? For my Persian Rose?
Iranians around the world Do not forget do not forget,
The children who died for you
Did we do anything after this? I've feeling we did
We were watching YT (YouTube),Watching FB (FaceBook),We were watching YT(YouTube),Watching FB (FaceBook)

She wore a green bandanna that said:Freedom now
She thought the Great Wall of Lies
Would come tumbling down
She was a student,Her father was an engineer
Won't you shed a tear,For my Persian rose My Persian rose,In her bloodstained clothes

Her father fought old Mohammad Reza Shah
That no-good low-down dirty rat
Who used to order his troops
To fire on his own people
Imagine that imagine that!

She's everybody's sister
She's a symbolic of our resistance
She's the one in seventy million
Who can help us to be free
Because she died on YT(YouTube)

2009-04-21T10:50:00.000-07:00

من خوشبخترینم

2008-12-12T09:50:00.000-08:00

I have officially been married for 18 days now, it's so interesting when you are happy you forget about blogging and writing poems and quoting songs!
I feel so lucky to have married someone I love...

2008-09-26T02:12:00.000-07:00

When two become one :)

همیشه خدایا محبت دلها به دلها بماند بسان دل ما

2008-09-10T17:00:00.000-07:00

Birthday time again, its amazing how the years pass. It seems like they pass faster as you grow older.
I am happy, very happy...

2008-06-10T11:20:00.000-07:00

I wanna know the same thing everyone wants to know:
How's it going to end?!?!?
-Tom Waits

2008-05-16T11:28:00.000-07:00

Love me, love me, love me, love me, say you do
Let me fly away with you
For my love is like the wind, and wild is the wind
Wild is the wind
You touch me, I hear the sound of mandolins
You kiss me
With your kiss my life begins
You're spring to me, all things to me
Don't you know you're life, itself!
Like the leaf clings to the tree, Oh, my darling, cling to me
For we're like creatures of the wind, and wild is the wind ...

Wild is the wind

2008-05-09T15:33:00.000-07:00

In the deepest ocean
The bottom of the sea
Your eyes
They turn me
Why should I stay here?
Why should I stay?

I'd be crazy not to follow
Follow where you lead
Your eyes
They turn me

Turn me on to phantoms
I follow to the edge of the earth
And fall off
Everybody leaves
If they get the chance
And this is my chance

I get eaten by the worms
Weird fishes
Get picked over by the worms
Weird fishes
Weird fishes
Weird fishes

I'll hit the bottom
Hit the bottom and escape
Escape

I'll hit the bottom
Hit the bottom and escape
Escape

2008-05-02T12:58:00.000-07:00

Round, like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel.
Never ending or beginning,
On an ever spinning wheel
Like a snowball down a mountain
Or a carnaval balloon
Like a carousell that's turning
Running rings around the moon

Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes on it's face
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind

Like a tunnel that you follow
To a tunnel of it's own
Down a hollow to a cavern
Where the sun has never shone
Like a door that keeps revolving
In a half forgotten dream
Or the ripples from a pebble
Someone tosses in a stream.

Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes on it's face
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind

Keys that jingle in your pocket
Words that jangle your head
Why did summer go so quickly
Was it something that I said
Lovers walking allong the shore,
Leave their footprints in the sand
Was the sound of distant drumming
Just the fingers of your hand

Pictures hanging in a hallway
And a fragment of this song
Half remembered names and faces
But to whom do they belong
When you knew that it was over
Were you suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning
To the color of her hair

Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning,
On an ever spinning wheel
As the images unwind
Like the circle that you find
In the windmills of your mind...

2008-03-31T15:16:00.000-07:00

New York again...

2008-03-20T13:33:00.000-07:00

...كاشكي نره

2008-02-28T12:04:00.000-08:00

The flower said, "I wish I was a tree,"
The tree said, "I wish I could be
A different kind of tree,
The cat wished that it was a bee,
The turtle wished that it could fly
Really high into the sky,
Over rooftops and then dive
Deep into the sea.

And in the sea there is a fish,
A fish that has a secret wish,
A wish to be a big cactus
With a pink flower on it.
And in the sea there is a fish,
A fish that has a secret wish,
A wish to be a big cactus
With a pink flower on it.

And the flower
Would be its offering
Of love to the desert.
And the desert,
So dry and lonely,
That the creatures all
Appreciate the effort.

And the rattlesnake said,
"I wish I had hands so
I could hug you like a man."
And then the cactus said,
"Don't you understand,
My skin is covered with sharp spikes
That'll stab you like a thousand knives.
A hug would be nice,
But hug my flower with your eyes."

The flower said, "I wish I was a tree,"
The tree said, "I wish I could be
A different kind of tree,
The cat wished that it was a bee,
The turtle wished that it could fly
Really high into the sky,
Over rooftops and then dive
Deep into the sea.

And in the sea there is a fish,
A fish that has a secret wish,
A wish to be a big cactus
With a pink flower on it.
And in the sea there is a fish,
A fish that has a secret wish,
A wish to be a big cactus
With a pink flower on it.

And the flower
Would be its offering
Of love to the desert.
And the desert,
So dry and lonely,
That the creatures all
Appreciate the effort.

-Tree hugger (from Juno)

2008-02-27T14:22:00.000-08:00

I am soooooooooooooooo over it...

2008-02-20T12:57:00.000-08:00


Some years back I had a
happy ending in my grasp
But I let it slip away...

- From 2046

2008-02-15T14:47:00.000-08:00

What is the heart life of a color TV???

2008-01-25T09:08:00.000-08:00

چرخ يك گاري در حسرت واماندن اسب
اسب در حسرت خوابيدن گاريچي
مرد گاريچي در حسرت مرگ

2008-01-24T15:23:00.000-08:00

Lay your head where my heart used to be
Hold the earth above me
Lay down on the green grass
Remember when you loved me

Come closer don't be shy
Stand beneath the rainy sky
The moon is over the rise
Think of me as a train goes by

Clear the thistles and brambles
Whistle 'Didn't He Ramble'
Now there's a bubble of me
And it's floating in thee

Stand in the shade of me
Things are now made of me
The weather vane will say...
It smells like rain today

God took the stars and he tossed 'em
Can't tell the birds from the blossoms
You'll never be free of me
He'll make a tree from me

Don't say good bye to me
Describe the sky to me
And if the sky falls, mark my words
We'll catch mocking birds

Lay your head where my heart used to be
Hold the earth above me
Lay down on the green grass
Remember when you loved me

2008-01-21T16:51:00.001-08:00

I am a dark, twisted , hollow cloud today...

2008-01-07T11:23:00.000-08:00

This guy goes to a psychiatrist and says, 'Doc, my brother's crazy, he thinks he's a chicken.' And the doctor says, 'Well why don't you turn him in?' and the guy says, 'I would, but I need the eggs.' Well, I guess that's pretty much now how I feel about relationships. They're totally irrational and crazy and absurd, but I guess we keep going through it because most of us need the eggs.

-Woody Allen ( Annie Hall)

2008-01-05T09:03:00.000-08:00

بايد اِستاد و فرود آمد بر آستان ِ دری که کوبه ندارد
چرا که اگر به‌ گاه آمده ‌باشي دربان به انتظار ِ توست و

اگر بي‌گاه
به درکوفتن‌ات پاسخي نمي‌آيد

کوتاه است در،پس آن به که فروتن باشي
آيينه ‌يي نيک ‌پرداخته تواني بود
آن‌جا
تا آراسته‌گي را
پيش از درآمدن
در خود نظری کني
هرچند که غلغله‌ی آن سوی در زاده‌ی توهم ِ توست نه انبوهي‌ ِمهمانان
که آن‌جا

تو را

کسي به انتظار نيست
که آن‌جا

جنبش شايد

اما جُمَنده‌يي در کار نيست
نه ارواح و نه اشباح و نه قديسان ِ کافورينه به کف نه عفريتان ِ آتشين‌گاوسر به مشت

نه شيطان ِ بُهتان‌خورده با کلاه بوقي‌ منگوله‌دارش

نه ملغمه‌ی بي‌قانون ِ مطلق‌های مُتنافي. ــ
تنها تو
آن‌جا موجوديت ِ مطلقي
موجوديت ِ محض

چرا که در غياب ِ خود ادامه مي‌يابي و غياب‌ات حضور ِ قاطع ِ اعجاز است

گذارت از آستانه‌ی ناگزيرفروچکيدن قطره‌ قطراني‌ست در نامتناهي‌ ظلمات

ــ دريغا

ای‌کاش ای‌کاش
قضاوتي قضاوتي قضاوتي
درکار درکار درکارمي‌بود

ــشايد اگرت توان ِ شنفتن بود پژواک ِ آواز ِ فروچکيدن ِ خود را در تالار ِ خاموش ِ کهکشان‌های ِبي‌خورشيدــ
چون هُرَّست ِ آوار ِ دريغ

مي‌شنيدی
ــ کاش‌کي کاش‌کي

داوری داوری داوری
درکار درکار درکار درکار

اما داوری آن سوی در نشسته است

بي‌ردای شوم ِ قاضيان. ذات‌اش درايت و انصاف هياءت‌اش زمان

ــو خاطره‌ات تا جاودان ِ جاويدان در گذرگاه ِ ادوار داوری خواهد شد

بدرود!بدرود چنين گويد بامداد ِ شاعر

رقصان مي‌گذرم از آستانه‌ی اجبارشادمانه و شاکر
از بيرون به درون آمدم
از منظر
به نظّاره به ناظر
نه به هياءت ِ گياهي نه به هياءت ِ پروانه‌يي نه به هياءت ِ سنگي نه به هياءت ِبرکه‌يي، ــ
من به هياءت ِ «ما» زاده شدم

به هياءت ِ پُرشکوه ِ انسان
تا در بهار ِ گياه به تماشای رنگين‌کمان ِ پروانه بنشينم غرور ِ کوه را دريابم و هيبت ِ دريا را بشنوم تا شريطه‌ی خود را بشناسم و جهان را به قدر ِ همت و فرصت ِخويش معنا دهم
که کارستاني ازاين‌دست
از توان ِ درخت و پرنده و صخره و آبشار
بيرون است

انسان زاده شدن تجسّد ِ وظيفه بود

توان ِ دوست‌داشتن و دوست‌داشته‌شدن

توان ِ شنفت

نتوان ِ ديدن و گفتن

توان ِ اندُه‌گين و شادمان‌شدن

توان ِ خنديدن به وسعت ِ دل، توان ِ گريستن از سُويدای جان

توان ِ گردن به غرور برافراشتن در ارتفاع ِ شُکوه‌ناک ِ فروتني

توان ِ جليل ِ به دوش بردن ِ بار ِ امانت و توان ِ غم‌ناک ِ تحمل ِ تنهايي

تنهاي يتنهايي تنهايي عريان
انسان دشواری وظيفه است

دستان ِ بسته‌ام آزاد نبود تا هر چشم‌انداز را به جان دربرکشم هر نغمه و هر چشمه و هر پرنده هر بَدر ِ کامل و هر پَگاه ِ ديگرهر قلّه و هر درخت و هر انسان ِ ديگر را

رخصت ِ زيستن را دست‌بسته دهان‌بسته گذشتم دست و دهان بسته گذشتيم
و منظر ِ جهان را
تنها از رخنه‌ی تنگ‌چشمي‌ حصار ِ شرارت ديديم و
اکنون آنک دَر ِ کوتاه ِ بي‌کوبه در برابر وآنک اشارت ِ دربان ِ منتظر! ــ
دالان ِ تنگي را که درنوشته‌ام
به وداع
فراپُشت مي‌نگرم

فرصت کوتاه بود و سفر جان‌کاه بود

اما يگانه بود و هيچ کم نداشت

به جان منت پذيرم و حق گزارم

چنين گفت بامداد ِ خسته

2008-01-02T10:23:00.000-08:00

در شب کوچک من، افسوس
باد با برگ درختان ميعادي دارد
در شب کوچک من دلهرة ويرانيست
گوش کن
وزش ظلمت را مي شنوي؟
من غريبانه به اين خوشبختي مي نگرم
من به نوميدي خود معتادم
گوش کن
وزش ظلمت را مي شنوي؟
در شب اکنون چيزي مي گذرد
ماه سرخست و مشوش
و بر اين بام که هر لحظه در او بيم فرو ريختن است
ابرها، همچون انبوه عزاداران
لحظة باريدن را گوئي منتظرند
لحظه اي
و پس از آن، هيچ
پشت اين پنجره شب دارد مي لرزد
و زمين دارد
باز مي ماند از چرخش
پشت اين پنجره يک نامعلوم
نگران من و تست
اي سراپايت سبز
دستهايت را چون خاطره اي سوزان، در دستان عاشق من

بگذار

و لبانت را چون حسي گرم از هستي
به نوازش لبهاي عاشق من بسپار

باد ما با خود خواهد برد

2007-12-31T23:59:00.000-08:00

2007 was a great year...

I travelled all over: NY, DC,Tehran, Shomal, Italy, Spain , SF , Tahoe...

I had fun with lifelong friends

I had fun with new friends

I got over recent mistakes

I found the "Nani" inside me again

I finally belonged only to myself

I've always loved the number 7...

Let's see what randomness 2008 will bring me...

2007-12-29T10:43:00.000-08:00

Mia: Don't you hate that?
Vincent: What?
Mia: Uncomfortable silences. Why do we feel it's necessary to yak about bullshit in order to be comfortable?
Vincent: I don't know. That's a good question.
Mia: That's when you know you've found somebody special. When you can just shut up for a minute and comfortably enjoy the silence.

-Pulp Fiction

2007-12-06T22:20:00.000-08:00

I feel sad.

I miss the days when we would go to "shomal" , all of us.

I worry.

I miss the days when I didn't know what worry was.

I worry that pretty soon I will be too numb to miss...

P.S- I just remembered, happy fucking 4th year...

2007-11-27T13:39:00.000-08:00

I saw "I'm not there" a couple days ago... still thinking about it...

People seldom do what they believe in. They do what is convenient, then repent.

-Bob Dylan

2007-11-14T11:04:00.000-08:00

به تو دست مي‌سايم و جهان را در مي‌يابم

به تو مي‌انديشم و زمان را لمس مي‌کنم

معلق و بي‌انتها

عُريان

مي‌وزم، مي‌بارم، مي‌تابم

آسمان‌ام

ستاره‌گان و زمين

و گندم ِ عطرآگيني که دانه مي‌بندد

رقصان

در جان ِ سبز ِ خويش

از تو عبور مي‌کنم

چنان که تُندری از شب

مي‌درخشم

و فرومي‌ريزم

2007-11-05T23:19:00.000-08:00

When you are 13 life is "same shit different day"

When you are 27 life is "same shit different year"

Pretty soon it will be "same shit different decade!"

2007-10-29T16:43:00.001-07:00

I have burned my tomorrow
And I stand inside today
At the edge of the future
And my dreams all fade away

And burn my shadow away

Fate’s my destroyer
I was ambushed by the light
And you judged me once for falling
This wounded heart arrives

And burn my shadow away

When I see the light
True love forever

Burn my shadow
Oh burn my shadow away

And burn my shadow away
Oh how I loved you

2007-10-27T17:12:00.000-07:00

آیدا در آينه

لبانت

به ظرافت ِ شعر
شهواني‌ترين ِ بوسه‌ها را به شرمي چنان مبدل مي‌کند که جان‌دار ِ غارنشين از آن سود مي‌جويد تا به صورت ِ انسان درآيد
و گونه‌هايت

با دو شيار ِ مورّب
که غرور ِ تو را هدايت مي‌کنند و

سرنوشت ِ مرا
که شب را تحمل کرده‌ام
بي‌آن‌که به انتظار ِ صبح

مسلح بوده باشم
و بکارتي سربلند ر ااز روسبي‌خانه‌هاي ِ دادوستد سربه ‌مُهر بازآورده‌ام

هرگز کسي اين ‌گونه فجيع به کشتن ِ خود برنخاست که من به زند‌گي نشستم

و چشمان‌ات راز ِ آتش است

و عشقت پيروزي‌ِ آدميست هنگامي که به جنگ ِ تقدير مي‌شتابد

و آغوشت اندک جائي براي ِ زيستن اندک جائي براي ِ مردن
و گريز ِ از شهر

که با هزار انگشت

به ‌وقاحت
پاکي‌ ِ آسمان را متهم مي‌کن

کوه با نخستين سنگ‌ها آغاز مي‌شود و انسان با نخستين درد

در من زنداني ِ ستم‌گري بود که به آواز ِ زنجيرش خو نمي‌کرد ــ من با نخستين نگاه ِ تو آغاز شدم

توفان‌ها
در رقص ِ عظيم ِ تو

به ‌شکوه‌مندي

ني‌لبکي مي‌نوازند

و ترانه‌ رگ‌هايت آفتاب ِ هميشه را طالع مي‌کند
بگذار چنان از خواب برآيم که کوچه‌هايِ شهرحضور ِ مرا دريابند

دستانت آشتي است و دوستاني که ياري مي‌دهند
تا دشمني

از ياد

برده شود
پيشاني‌ات آينه‌ئي بلند است تاب‌ناک و بلند، که خواهران ِ هفت‌گانه در آن مي‌نگرند تا به زيبائي‌ ِ خويش دست يابند
دو پرنده‌ي ِ بي‌طاقت در سينه‌ات آواز مي‌خوانند.تابستان از کدامين راه فرا خواهد رسيد تا عطش آب‌ها را گواراتر کند؟

تا در آئينه پديدار آئي عمري دراز در آن نگريستم

من برکه‌ها و درياها را گريستم

اي پري ‌وار ِ در قالب ِ آدمي که پيکرت جز در خُلواره‌ي ِ ناراستي نمي‌سوزد!

ــحضورت بهشتي‌ست که گريز ِ از جهنم را توجيه مي‌کند،دريائي که مرا در خود غرق مي‌کند تا از همه گناهان و دروغ شسته شوم
و سپيده‌دم با دست‌هايت بيدار مي‌شود

2007-10-24T10:45:00.000-07:00

This is how it works
You're young until you're not
You love until you don't
You try until you can't
You laugh until you cry
You cry until you laugh
And everyone must breathe
Until their dying breath

No, this is how it works
You peer inside yourself
You take the things you like
And try to love the things you took
And then you take that love you made
And stick it into some
Someone else's heart
Pumping someone else's blood
And walking arm in arm
You hope it don't get harmed
But even if it does
You'll just do it all again

2007-10-19T12:49:00.000-07:00

She always belonged to someone else...

2007-10-14T14:53:00.000-07:00

On islands adrift upon waters

I breathe

I am in search of a share in the expansive sky

Void of the swell of thoughts...

-Forough

2007-10-14T01:17:00.000-07:00

Butterflies,

I have the butterflies for you...

2007-09-30T23:55:00.000-07:00

So far away
Come on I'll take you far away
Let's get away
Come on let's make a get away

Once you have loved someone this much
you doubt it could fade
despite how much you'd like it to
how you'd like it
you'd like it to fade

Let's fade together
Let's fade forever
Let's fade together
Let's fade forever
Let's fade together

If we get away
You know we might just stay away
So stay awake
Oh, why the hell should I stay awake?
When you're far away
Oh you are so far away

Let's fade together
Let's fade forever
Let's fade together
Let's fade forever
Let's fade together
Let's fade forever
Let's fade together

2007-09-25T20:54:00.000-07:00

To be, or not to be,

— that is the question: —
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? — To die, to sleep, —
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, — 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; —
To sleep, perchance to dream: — ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despis'd love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would these fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death, —
The undiscover'd country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns, — puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know naught of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought;
And enterprises of great pith and moment,
With this regard, their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action...

2007-09-15T09:25:00.000-07:00

I am in a very "hail to the thief"-ish kind a mood these days...

Just cause you feel it doesn't mean it's there

Feel it

Why so green

And lonely

Heaven sent you

To me

We are accidents waiting

Waiting to happen

We are accidents waiting

Waiting to happen

2007-09-10T06:39:00.000-07:00

27 ...

The child is grown, the dream is gone...

-Barcelona, Spain 3:30 pm

2007-08-17T23:17:00.000-07:00

Oh baby, oh baby
Then it fell apart, it fell apart
Oh baby, oh baby
Like it always does, always does

2007-08-03T03:32:00.000-07:00

آي آدمها كه در ساحل نشسته شاد و خندانيد

يك نفر در آب دارد مي سپارد جان

يك نفر دارد كه دست و پاي دايم مي زند روي اين درياي تيره و تند و سنگين٠٠٠

2007-07-23T01:52:00.001-07:00

Nothing worth knowing can be understood with the mind.
Woody Allen in Manhattan

2007-07-08T22:10:00.000-07:00

I'll take the dream I had last night
And put it in my freezer,
So someday long and far away
When I'm an old grey geezer,
I'll take it out and thaw it out,
This lovely dream I've frozen,
And boil it up and sit me down
And dip my old cold toes in

2007-06-29T22:27:00.000-07:00

Fitter, happier, more productive,
comfortable,
not drinking too much,
regular exercise at the gym
(3 days a week),
getting on better with your associate employee contemporaries ,
at ease,
eating well
(no more microwave dinners and saturated fats),
a patient better driver,
a safer car
(baby smiling in back seat),
sleeping well
(no bad dreams),
no paranoia,
careful to all animals
(never washing spiders down the plughole),
keep in contact with old friends
(enjoy a drink now and then),
will frequently check credit at
(moral) bank (hole in the wall),
favors for favors,
fond but not in love,
charity standing orders,
on Sundays ring road supermarket
(no killing moths or putting boiling water on the ants),
car wash
(also on Sundays),
no longer afraid of the dark or midday shadows
nothing so ridiculously teenage and desperate,
nothing so childish - at a better pace,
slower and more calculated,
no chance of escape,
now self-employed,
concerned (but powerless),
an empowered and informed member of society
(pragmatism not idealism),
will not cry in public,
less chance of illness,
tires that grip in the wet
(shot of baby strapped in back seat),
a good memory,
still cries at a good film,
still kisses with saliva,
no longer empty and frantic
like a cat
tied to a stick,
that's driven into
frozen winter shit
(the ability to laugh at weakness),
calm,
fitter,
healthier and more productive
a pig
in a cage
on antibiotics...

2007-06-18T03:13:00.000-07:00

No tears to cry, no feelings left
This species has amused itself to death...

2007-05-31T09:05:00.000-07:00

Purify the colors, purify my mind...

2007-05-23T18:09:00.000-07:00

Let me sing you a waltz
Out of nowhere, out of my thoughts
Let me sing you a waltz
About this one night stand

You were for me that night
Everything I always dreamt of in life
But now you're gone
You are far gone
All the way to your island of rain

It was for you just a one night thing
But you were much more to me
Just so you know

I hear rumors about you
About all the bad things you do
But when we were together alone
You didn't seem like a player at all

I don't care what they say
I know what you meant for me that day
I just wanted another try
I just wanted another night
Even if it doesn't seem quite right
You meant for me much more
Than anyone I've met before

One single night with you little "..."

Is worth a thousand with anybody

I have no bitterness, my sweet
I'll never forget this one night thing
Even tomorrow, another arms
My heart will "..."

Let me sing you a waltz
Out of nowhere, out of my blues
Let me sing you a waltz
About this lovely one night stand

2007-05-10T10:18:00.000-07:00

So I have definitely transformed into a "moody" (maybe even manic?!) human being...

I was great for the past 10 days, absolutely great then yesterday down down down...

What if I cant find someone to love? And by love I mean romantic love? What will I do with all the love I have left inside of me??? Oh yeah I forgot I was supposed to not think about "the future"...

2007-05-09T14:52:00.000-07:00

Yaay, summer is here-almost :)

Friday is my last day at work. I have never been so illogical before. I just decided to quit and leave. I guess it’s because I have no “motivation”,"passion”,"inspiration”, "...tion”.Oh well the plan (I don’t know if you can really call it a plan) is to take every day as it comes, one at a time. For now at least...

2007-05-05T00:45:00.000-07:00

I bought a bright blue bicycle today.

It took me back in time, it was a semi-time machine (I'm a genius I've invented a time machine!). I was soooo excited when I bought it , brought it home and almost immediately hopped on and started riding it... The wind in my face was exactly like when I was 10... It's funny how something as simple as a bicycle can remind you of freedom and pureness...

2007-04-30T14:19:00.000-07:00

Music is definitely the most effective form of art, it can change your mood in profound ways.It can remind you of the deepest ,darkest or sweetest memories and it can make you "hope" and "dream" about the future.

When Forough said " it is only sound that remains" she must have meant "music"

2007-04-26T11:46:00.000-07:00

"من از آن روز كه در بند توام آزادم"

خيلي قوي اين مصراع٠٠٠

2007-04-25T11:03:00.000-07:00

I've received the same "what is love" email , from several different people these past few years, (I read it every time ) ,it's supposedly a list of answers from 4-8 year old kids when they are asked the question "what is love"

This one is by far my favorite answer:

"When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you."

2007-04-23T21:30:00.000-07:00

You always feel guilty, responsible for what happens…
But we can’t control our lives completely. We do what we can.
Maybe you should learn to wait instead of always having to act
Learn to be idle that doesn’t mean passive
Just take a more relaxed approach towards life and the world
What do you think?

-From "the son's room"

2007-04-22T23:05:00.000-07:00

من از نهایت شب حرف میزنم
من از نهایت تاریکی
و از نهایت شب حرف میزنم

اگر به خانهء من آمدی برای من ای مهربان چراغ بیاور
و یک دریچه که از آن
به ازدحام کوچهء خوشبخت بنگرم

2007-04-20T21:18:00.000-07:00

And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but its sinking
And racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in the relative way, but youre older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death

Companionship

2007-04-18T06:19:00.000-07:00

We (humans) are constantly looking for a companion, someone to share a moment/ a day/ a life with. This urge is so powerful that we -as logical human beings- fake ourselves to believe. We believe in a moment and think what if it’s true? What if this is what I've been looking for all my life?
I really don't think people are assholes by nature, I think it's the desire to belong to someone and have someone belong to them (for an hour/a day...) , that gives them courage to lie . For some the desire turns into affection and maybe love. For others ...
After all what do we have in this chaotic world but wanting to belong to someone/somewhere/something?

2007-04-16T10:32:00.000-07:00

It's all a game, ALL of it, a game with random players and random cards and random rules. Sometimes you forget it's a game and think it's real but it doesn't last for long...

All in all they're just more bricks in the wall...

2007-04-10T11:41:00.000-07:00

Think about what happens in the aftermath of a failed relationship or a missed opportunity. We may grieve, but also sometimes we obsessively construct a future fantasy based on what should have happened if things had gone right; if only some vital detail didn't change things how it did. We inhabit that imagined future and interact with our counterpart ghost, making plans and times and places accordingly. We might use this process as a shield and a warning. Or it sabotages, taking on a life of its own as a mental blueprint, directing the actual present and perceptions of new companions.

Love is all a matter of timing, its no good meeting the right person too soo or too late...

-From 2046

2007-04-05T10:55:00.000-07:00

I guess you are kind of curious as to who I am, but I am one of those who do not have a regular name. My name depends on you. Just call me whatever is in your mind.
If you are thinking about something that happened a long time ago: Somebody asked you a question and you did not know the answer.
That is my name.
Perhaps it was raining very hard.
That is my name.
Or somebody wanted you to do something. You did it. Then they told you what you did was wrong--"Sorry for the mistake,"--and you had to do something else.
That is my name.
Perhaps it was a game that you played when you were a child or something that came idly into your mind when you were old and sitting in a chair near the window.
That is my name.
Or you walked someplace. There were flowers all around.

That is my name.
Perhaps you stared into a river. There was somebody near you who loved you. They were about to touch you. You could feel this before it happened. Then it happened.
That is my name.
Or you heard someone calling from a great distance. Their voice was almost an echo.
That is my name.
Perhaps you were lying in bed, almost ready to go to sleep and you laughed at something, a joke unto yourself, a good way to end the day.
That is my name.
Or you were eating something good and for a second forgot what you were eating, but still went on, knowing it was good.
That is my name.
Perhaps it was around midnight and the fire tolled like a bell inside the stove.
That is my name.
Or you felt bad when she said that thing to you. She could have told it to someone else: Somebody who was more familiar with her problems.
That is my name.
Perhaps the trout swam in the pool but the river was only eight inches wide and the moon shone on ideath and the watermelon fields glowed out of proportion, dark and the moon seemed to
rise from every plant.
That is my name.

-From "In Watermelon Sugar by Richard Brautigan"

2007-04-03T08:13:00.000-07:00

The saddest part of a broken heart
Isn't the ending so much as the start
The tragedy starts from the very first spark
Losing your mind for the sake of your heart
The saddest part of a broken heart
Isn't the ending so much as the start

1st Farvardin,1386

2007-03-21T14:57:00.000-07:00

And yet another year...

Life carries on and on and on and on...

2007-03-06T09:43:00.000-08:00

From TrainSpotting:

"At one time, you've got it, and then you lose it, and it's gone forever"

"This was to be my final hit. But let's be clear about this: there's final hits and final hits... What kind was this to be? ...Some final hits are actually terminal one way or another, while others are merely transit points as you travel from station to station on the junky journey through junky life..."

2007-02-25T21:51:00.000-08:00

Sit there and count your fingers
What can you do
Old girl you're through
Sit there, count your little fingers
Unhappy little girl blue.

Sit there and count the raindrops
Falling on you
It's time you knew
All you can ever count on
Are the raindrops
That fall on little girl blue

2007-02-22T11:32:00.000-08:00

Black

and Blue

And who knows which is which and who is who

2007-02-13T18:54:00.000-08:00

Love is real,
Real is love
Love is feeling,
Feeling love
Love is wanting
To be loved

Love is touch,
Touch is love
Love is reaching,
Reaching love
Love is asking
To be loved.

Love is you
You and me
Love is knowing
We can be

Love is free,
Free is love
Love is living,
Living love
Love is needing
To be loved

2007-02-06T21:26:00.001-08:00

Why do all good things come to an end???

2007-02-03T17:09:00.000-08:00

...

می توان با زيرکی تحقير کرد

هر معمای شگفتی را

می توان تنها به حل جدولی پرداخت

می توان تنها به کشف پاسخی بيهوده دل خوش ساخت

پاسخی بيهوده آری پنج يا شش حرف

می توان چون صفر در تفريق و جمع و ضرب

حاصلی پيوسته يکسان داشت

می توان چون آب در گودال خود خشکيد

می توان زيبايی يک لحظه را با شرم

مثل يک عکس سياه مضحک فوری

در ته صندوق مخفی کرد

می توان در قاب خالی مانده ی يک روز

نقش يک محکوم يا مصلوب يا مغلوب را آويخت

می توان با صورتک ها رخنه ی ديوار را پوشاند

می توان با نقش های پوچتر آميخت

می توان همچون عروسک های کوکی بود

با دو چشم شيشه ای دنيای خود را ديد

می توان در جعبه ی ماهوت

با تنی انباشته از کاه

سال ها در لابلای تور و پولک خفت

میتوان با هر فشار هرزه ی دستی

بی سبب فرياد کرد و گفت

آه من بسيار خوشبختم

2007-01-28T00:27:00.000-08:00

We are shaped and fashioned by what we love.
-Goethe

2007-01-23T10:26:00.000-08:00

If I could be an object, I would be a broken vase...

2007-01-17T15:09:00.000-08:00

Ice-age heat wave, can't complain.
If the world's at large, why should I remain?
Walked away to another plan.
Gonna find another place, maybe one I can stand.
I move on to another day,
to a whole new town with a whole new way.
Went to the porch to have a thought.
Got to the door and again, I couldn't stop.
You don't know where and you don't know when.
But you still got your words and you got your friends.
Walk along to another day.
Work a little harder, work another way.

I know that starting over is not what life's about.
But my thoughts were so loud I couldn't hear my mouth.
My thoughts were so loud I couldn't hear my mouth.
My thoughts were so loud.

2007-01-12T16:36:00.000-08:00

Love is reckless; not reason

-Rumi

2007-01-11T22:57:00.000-08:00

Insanity laughs under pressure we're cracking
Can't we give ourselves one more chance?
Why can't we give love that one more chance?
Why can't we give love give love give love?
Give love give love give love give love give love give love?
Cause love's such an old fashioned word
And love dares you to care
For the people on the edge of the night
And love dares you to change our way
Of caring about ourselves
This is our last dance

This is our last dance
This is ourselves
Under Pressure
Under Pressure
Pressure

2007-01-08T08:04:00.000-08:00

And in my dreams I've kissed your lips, a thousand times...

2007-01-02T14:25:00.000-08:00

I'm in a New York state of mind...

2006-12-25T10:44:00.000-08:00

Tita could not go to sleep that night, she could not find words for what she was feeling. How unfortunate that black holes in space had not been discovered , for then she might have understood the black hole in the center of her chest , infinite coldness flowing through it...

-From "Like water for chocolate"

2006-12-21T11:39:00.000-08:00

When there is nothing left to burn, you have to set yourself on fire...

2006-12-20T08:00:00.000-08:00

You know how when you obsess with a song , you just hit replay and listen to it over and over again until that song is the only thing in your head?I wish you could do that with some days, like yesterday. Just hit replay over and over again.

2006-12-18T09:56:00.000-08:00

The days get shorter and the nights get cold.

I like the autumn but this place is getting old.

2006-12-14T23:50:00.001-08:00

Time is contagious

everybody's getting old

2006-12-10T17:04:00.000-08:00

Is this it?

2006-12-10T16:59:00.000-08:00

Park that car

Drop that phone

Sleep on the floor

Dream about me

2006-12-07T23:03:00.000-08:00

Assumption is the mother of all fuck-ups.

2006-12-05T11:00:00.000-08:00

Blue light falls upon your perfect skin
Falls and you draw back again
Falls and this is how I fell

And I cannot forget
And I cannot forget

2006-11-26T09:03:00.000-08:00

There's not a lot to say about the days you hurt me
The days you ma(de) me cry out loud
There's not a lot to say about the days you pass(ed) me by
Until I sa(id) goodbye

It's the way you love(d) me
It's the way you love(d) me
Just the way you love(d)

2006-11-14T09:15:00.000-08:00

Life is full of misery, loneliness, and suffering - and it's all over much too soon

-Woody Allen

2006-11-12T13:20:00.000-08:00

If the doors of perception were cleansed , all things would appear infinite.

2006-11-05T20:03:00.000-08:00

The moon looked something like this tonight, it was beautiful.

The only thing I have in common with Iran right now is this moon only with an 11:30 hour difference.?!

2006-11-02T20:05:00.000-08:00

I walked across an empty land,
I knew the pathway like the back of my hand.
I felt the earth beneath my feet,
Sat by the river and it made me complete.
Oh, simple thing, where have you gone?
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on.
So tell me when you're gonna let me in,
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin.

I came across a fallen tree,
I felt the branches of it looking at me
Is this the place we used to love?
Is this the place that I've been dreaming of?

Oh, simple thing, where have you gone?
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on.
So tell me when you're gonna let me in,
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin.

This could be the end of everything.
So why don't we go, somewhere only we know,
Somewhere only we know?
Somewhere only we know.

2006-10-30T16:00:00.000-08:00

Life is a state of mind.

- From "Being There"

2006-10-21T14:16:00.000-07:00

Overhead the albatross
Hangs motionless upon the air
And deep beneath the rolling waves
In labyrinths of coral caves
An echo of a distant time
Comes willowing across the sand
And everything is green and submarine

I'd rather dance with you than talk with you

2006-10-17T14:56:00.000-07:00

2006-10-10T13:14:00.000-07:00

every day there's a girl in the mirror
asking me
what are you doing here
finding my previous motives
growing increasingly unclear

I travelled far and I burned all the bridges
I belived as sooned as I hit land
all the other
options held before me
wither in the light of my plan

there's only one thing on my mind
searching boxes underneath the counter
on a chance that on a tape I'd find

a song for
someone who needs somewhere
to long for

homesick
cause I no longer know
where home is