Here's a story I very much enjoyed and had meant to put a link to, a while ago!

It seems to me that it had been a long time I hadn’t seen a lot of things. Either because I was blind or because I was stuck in an empty room full of vacant space that was trying to choke me. I survived.

Sounds of the waves.. The breeze touching the surface of the water, touching your face and soul, just to tell you that it's all worth it. This one is the music of the soil, of the earth that is freshly ploughed. Of those labours’ hands that save the land from erosion. Or rather, delay the erosion of land.

Don’t you run! You’ll fall off the train.. Giggles, and more giggles. Maybe that’s why I want to run!
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Your spirit begins to dance as the whole orchestra is dancing with such playful beats. The air is full of joy, full of life. The violin is fiddling. What a talent!
.. what happened I thought you were going to become a musician? No, that dream will stay a dream forever. Wait, I’ll take it forward to the next generation.. it won’t be too late, not late this time.

Are you upset? I didn’t mean to hurt you…
I know. I know. You cannot hurt someone intentionally if you don’t understand what hurts them.

How many times have you loved a piece because it’s been so melancholy and romantic, that has arose your deepest emotions, that has brought out the best in you - the most sincere part of you. Do love and melancholy tie together so closely?
With such passion, she's playing the violin. I can see her eyes, her closed eyes. And I can feel my tears dropping by my lips..that familiar salty taste. Are you crying again?

Did I ever tell you how much I love your eyes? That kind gaze of yours when you fix your eyes on some distant point, some point in infinity. In heavens, perhaps. Or when you fix them on me, with that same compassion that makes me feel you are penetrating into the deepest layers of my soul.

She’s my age, already accomplished her dream.. do you remember the Impromptu? no, I’m trying so hard to forget.

You’re dedicating too much of your time and mind to music. you’re drowning. Let it go. Focus on your goal. So it’s not my goal anymore. It’s not what I should be dedicated to.. sigh, I keep forgetting it’s not my goal.

And here is the final dance. The folkloric themes are back, so is the joy. It always ends happy: happy ever after. Happy? That’s when I walk down the street right after rain.. that’s the state I’m in right now..
Don’t be so worried. It’s not worth it.

That’s a plastic sword. It’s only plastic. It won’ t hurt. Don’t run away! I told you it’s just for fun.
Of course I love children. Who doesn’t?
I wish you hadn’t killed the child in you. What happened to your innocent smile?

I just feel sorry for you. I want to save you because I love you. Don’t be so stubborn. Open your eyes, it’s time to wake up!

چرا وجودت پر از اين همه خشم است؟ خشمي اين چنين آتشين! دلم به حالت مي سوزه.
چون بيشتر از هر کسي خودت صدمه مي بيني.. خودت را داري از بين مي بري
مي داني چرا؟ چون عاشق نيستي.. اصلا تا به حال هيچوقت عاشق بوده اي؟ عاشق انسانها، عاشق طبيعت، عاشق موسيقي، عاشق زيستن، عاشق عشق ورزيدن؟
من؟ چرا، من هم مي بينم، مرا هم گاهي حس تهوع دگرگون مي کند. با اين وجود، سراپا عاشق زندگيم.

اگر عشق نيست
هرگز هيچ آدميزاده را
تاب سفري اين چنين نيست

پس آخر تو به چه اميدي، به چه دلخوشي هر روز چشمانت را باز مي کني؟

Let go of the strings. I just want to hear your voice. Let your voice out of this cage. I haven’t heard it in a while.

La Vie en Rose!

This is the third picture i took with the new camera, and I haven't edited it yet. I have to remove the cd cover at the corner of the pic! so please don't get too disappointed in my photography.

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