November 22, 2009 at 4:17 pm (Personal)
Have you ever been in a situation that you have so many things to say but not having the right words to tell them? Have you ever been in a situation that you have your friends so close to yourself but not knowing to what to tell them?
I have been! And I have asked myself that where the words come from? Where are they born? How they travel to my mind and my lips. How did I imprisoned or free them? How I made them a bridge to pass or a wall to stop?
Where are the words born?
November 15, 2009 at 12:17 pm (practicing)
Tell me your last word, tell me the unforgettable word, the doubtless word,
maybe your first word, maybe your last word, maybe your most ordinary word every day talks, but your own word!
I ‘ve never been so eager for hearing any word that I am waiting for hearing your own word!
It is not the first word, it is not the last word, it is not the most important word, but it is your word
November 8, 2009 at 4:18 pm (Personal)
It is something more than our actions or behaviors, something even behind our intentions and wills. It is something about intersection of time, place, chance and desire. She bitterly understood that she could do nothing but watch the events. It was something more than actions or even wills.
November 8, 2009 at 11:16 am (Uncategorized)
What are you looking for, more than sitting in one of uni’ bench and listen to Ardavan’s amazing  dulcimer  and just remember  the shiny days that you  have been listening  to her playing ? Such  a merriment, lying in bed, closing the eyes and listen to her that practice her lessons.
What happened to those years? those happy years of student life in small rooms of Tehran uni’s dormitory ? Seems the wind have taken those days and just left some names, some songs, some memories…
November 3, 2009 at 7:08 pm (Uncategorized)
Sitting in the train and try to enjoy the early sun set of Stockholm!
It is beautiful even in 3pm! I should confess that it is beautiful and romantic. When I am traveling to the west and watching the sun set as a picture getting bigger and darker; I fall in some strange and deep emotions. It is not imagination, neither dreams, it is something hard to find any word to explain. Something like illusion. An Illusion that lets you be free from all the words, all the memories, all the past, all the ambitions, all the  objects, an illusion that drives you in absolute existence…
I am sitting in the train and traveling to the west.
