حس میکنم که تنم با من در سخن است.صدایش را میشنوم آنگاه که غمگین است و میگرید،آنگاه که خشم در او زبانه میکشد،آنگاه که نمیخواهد تحت هیچ رژیمی قرار گیرد.
لج میکند مثل یک کودک لجوج :انگور نمیخواهد،آب نمیخورد،هر چه من بگویم باش او میگوید نباش.....
میدانم خسته است....
2/13/10
My body is talking to me.I could hear it when it is sad and crys ,when it is under the glow of the anger ,when it doesn't want to be under any diet.It becomes stubborn just like a stubborn kid;doesn't want to have grapes,doesn't want to have water.....what ever I say to be it says "Don't"
I know it's tired.....
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Reaching out...
How things look different on the way down
Disillusioned, I've lost desire
Will I burn in the unforgiving fire?
From the flames, I walk away
I've found a way to erase the pain
An empty bottle, my receptacle
A guardian angel called escape
Don't dwell on the forthcoming
As I know it won't be happening
And you know, when I'm gone
You'll hear my cries on the wind
to dear Temple
it has been always when we are gone
isnt it?
yes its ok
It is OK.
It's just not OK if after us they worship the wind and not the message through the wind.
wow
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