Writing and no thing else...

I need shamloo’s words

Helia Rahbari — Wed, 09 Dec 2009 22:04:38 +0000

I talk to others but not in my own words. I just pick the words up from anywhere and offer them to my audiences extremely unwilling. Like to stay in bed and wait until the words coming to me, but suddenly I remember I am a rich person! I know a poet that reading his poems always makes me feel better. Like any other time that I feel sick, sad , alone, confused or even happy, I go to shamloo�s book and read aloud:

We were in possession of all the words in this world and
We did not lips that which mattered,
Because one, and only one, word was missing,
Freedom
We did not lips it, you imagine it.

just some words, and now I feel better, now I feel I have a land to stay on it!

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Where are the words born?

Helia Rahbari — Sun, 22 Nov 2009 16:17:18 +0000

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?

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Your word

Helia Rahbari — Sun, 15 Nov 2009 12:17:43 +0000

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

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Some thing more than…

Helia Rahbari — Sun, 08 Nov 2009 16:18:16 +0000

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.

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Dulcimer

Helia Rahbari — Sun, 08 Nov 2009 11:16:48 +0000

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…

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I am traveling to the West

Helia Rahbari — Tue, 03 Nov 2009 19:08:53 +0000

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.

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Just to start

Helia Rahbari — Mon, 26 Oct 2009 12:57:15 +0000

It is my first post in new weblog, after writing in current weblog (www.anonymous2.persianblog.ir)for almost 5 years, it is a bit hard to move to a new place to write, but today I eventually decided to create a weblog in in English. Since I have many dear friends not knowing Farsi but I like them read me .

Today I feel some thing great but a bit strang. I wake up like all other days, and just did ordinary things like all other days, studied some Swedish, checked my email , facebook page and weblog, but feeling wonderful as if I have something strong and deep inside! like :

I am standing on earth and shout out: I am Happy and strong!

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