Monday, August 14, 2006

Logical?



When I was young
It seemed that life was so wonderful
A miracle, oh it was beautiful, magical
And all the birds in the trees
Well they'd be singing so happily
Oh joyfully, oh playfully watching me


But then they sent me away
To teach me how to be sensible
Logical, oh responsible, practical
And they showed me a world
Where I could be so dependable
Oh clinical, oh intellectual, cynical


There are times when all the world's asleep
The questions run too deep
For such a simple man
Won't you please, please tell me what we've learned
I know it sounds absurd
But please tell me who I am


Now watch what you say
Or they'll be calling you a radical
A liberal, oh fanatical, criminal
Oh won't you sign up your name
We'd like to feel you're
Acceptable,
respectable, oh presentable, a vegetable


At night when all the world's asleep
The questions run soo deep
For such a simple man
Won't you please,please tell me what we've learned
I know it sounds absurd
But please tell me who I am, who I am, who I am, who I am

Friday, August 04, 2006

21 grams



How many lives do we live?
How many times do we die?


They say we all lose 21 grams...
at the exact moment of our death.
Everyone.

And how much fits into 21 grams?
How much is lost?

When do we lose the 21 grams?
How much goes with them?
How much is gained?

Twenty-one grams.

The weight of a stack of five nickels.
The weight of a hummingbird.
A chocolate bar.

How much did 21 grams weigh?

I need to watch Amelie again...

Sunday, July 30, 2006

Entry for July 30, 2006


از ماجراي عجيب سگي در شب
راه پيدا كردن اعداد اول خيلي ساده است اما هيچكس تا به حال نتوانسته است فرمول ساده ايي بسازد كه با آن بشود تشخيص داد آيا يك عدد خيلي بزرگ ، عدد اول است يا نه و يا بعد از آن چه نوع عددي است ٠ احتمالا براي تشخيص اول بودن يك عدد خيلي خيلي بزرگ بايد سالهاي بي شماري را صرف اين كار كنيم٠ من فكر مي كنم اعداد اول درست مثل زندگي هستند ٠ آنها خيلي منطقي هستند اما هيچ وقت نمي توانيد فرمولشان را كشف كنيد حتي اگر وقت خود را با فكر كردن به آنها سپري كنيد٠

Saturday, July 29, 2006

Entry for July 29, 2006




Imagine a cold winter night , the sky is red , traffic has died down ( you can still hear a few cars here and there) , then it starts snowing. It snows for a couple hours, you leave the house and walk outside. You can HEAR the snow. I miss the sound of snow falling...

Monday, July 17, 2006

Entry for July 17, 2006




The Germans kill the Jews
And the Jews kill the Arabs
And the Arabs kill the hostages
And that is the news
And is it any wonder that the monkey's confused...???

Friday, July 14, 2006

Entry for July 14, 2006




At the office where the papers (emails) grow
She takes a breakDrinks another coffee(tea)
And she finds it hard to stay awake
It's just another day,
Du Du Du Du Du Du

Wednesday, July 12, 2006

Entry for July 12, 2006




Yesterday I was walking around in a department store and I passed by an old perfume I used to wear, I sprayed a little on my wrist and WOW!! I went back in time, there is NOTHING like a familiar scent with that kind of power ... ( well MUSIC has it too) I went back in time and I remembered the old Nazli , I miss the old Nazli, I miss her very much...

Thursday, July 06, 2006

Entry for July 06, 2006




چه اهميت دارد گاه اگر ؟

Wednesday, July 05, 2006

Entry for July 05, 2006




"Impressions" [of the sunrise] - Monet

What happens in life isn't really THAT important, it's the IMPRESSION that has meaning and value...
For one person the sunrise may be "just another day beginning" and for another it may mean color,life,love ,rebirth and ...
I love the impressionist painters.

Friday, June 30, 2006

Entry for June 30, 2006




Have you ever wondered what the person on the other side of the mirror is trying to tell you?
She is trying to tell me SOMETHING, I just don't get it ....... yet......

Thursday, June 29, 2006

Entry for June 29, 2006




I started a joke
Which started the whole world crying
Oh but I didn't see
That the joke was on me...oh no..
And I started to cry
Which started the whole world laughing
Oh if I'd only seen
That the joke was on me
And I looked at the skies
Running my hands
Over my eyes
And I fell out of bed
Cursing my head
For things that I've said
Till I finally died
Which started the whole world living
Oh if I'd only seen
That the joke was on me

Tuesday, June 27, 2006

Entry for June 27, 2006




تا زهره و مه در آسمان گشت پدید بهتر ز می ناب کسی هیچ ندید
من در عجبم ز میفروشان کایشان به زانکه فروشند چه خواهند خرید

Friday, June 23, 2006

Entry for June 23, 2006



It went from sunshine...to shade...to rain
It went from passion...to pleasure...to pain
From singing sweet love songs, to cryin' the blues
So good...to so bad...so soon

It started with words like forever
And went from always, to sometimes, to never
From give me some lovin'...to give me some room
So good...to so bad...so soon

It went from so good...to so bad...so soon
So good, to so bad, so soon
But nobody told me, so I never knew
It goes from so good, to so bad, so soon

Thursday, June 22, 2006

Entry for June 22, 2006



When I was 14 I used to have a diary and in it I would write everything - all the memories good and bad.After a few years I realized I would never forget the memories worth remembering , so in my diary I wrote poems and notes that made me think and would remind me of the little things we tend to forget or sometimes I would make note of a poem just because I thought reading it once would never suffice.
Thanks to technology this blog is now my diary.

Tuesday, June 20, 2006

Entry for June 20, 2006




پيش از مرجان خلايي بود در انديشه دريا ها

Monday, June 19, 2006

Entry for June 19, 2006




There is always some madness in love, but there is also always some reason in madness.
-Friedrich Nietzsche

Thursday, June 15, 2006

Entry for June 15, 2006



به خاطر ِ يک سرود
به خاطر ِ يک قصه در سردترين ِ شب‌ها تاريک‌ترين ِ شب‌هابه خاطر ِ عروسک‌هاي ِ تو، نه به خاطر ِ انسان‌هاي ِ بزرگ
به خاطر ِ سنگ‌فرشي که مرا به تو مي‌رساند، نه به خاطر ِ شاه‌راه‌هاي ِدوردست

Wednesday, June 14, 2006

Entry for June 14, 2006







اشك رازي است

لبخند رازي است

عشق رازي است
اشك آن شب لبخند عشقم بود

*قصه نيستم كه بگويي

نغمه نيستم كه بخواني

صدا نيستم كه بشنوي

يا چيزي چنان كه ببين

ييا چيزي چنان كه بداني
من درد مشتركم

مرا فرياد كن

*درخت با جنگل سخن ميگويد

علف با صحرا

ستاره با كهكشان

و من با تو سخن مي گويم

نامت را به من بگو

دستت را به من بده

حرفت را به من بگو

قلبت را به من بده

من ريشه هاي ترا يافته ام

با لبانت براي همه لب ها سخن گفته ام

و دست هايت با دستان من آشناست
در خلوت روشن با تو گريسته ام

براي خاطر زندگان

و در گورستان تاريك با تو خوانده ام

زيباترين سرودها رازيرا كه مردگان اين سال

عاشق ترين زندگان بوده اند
*دستت را به من بده

دست هاي تو با من آشناست

اي دير يافته! با تو سخن ميگويم

بسان ابر كه با توفان

بسان علف كه با صحراب

سان باران كه با دريا

بسان پرنده كه با بهار

بسان درخت كه با جنگل سخن مي گويد
زيرا من

ريشه هاي تر يافته ام

زيرا كه صداي من

با صداي تو آشناست

Monday, June 12, 2006

Entry for June 12, 2006




A little note to my daughter/son:

I miss you...