Persian based weblog dedicated to literature and cultural interests author prefers to be called as Ali Chelcheleh if you are not inranian try my ENGLISH SITE 

 
  صدای بال چلچله ها ابرا رو برونه یه روزی
 

 
 
 

clock is tickin
oh my
clock is
ticking
و هر قطره ای که از من رفته را
احساس می کنم
دانه دانه ی چیزهای رفته را
مثل اینکه ذره ذره کسی
تکه های لخته را
کنده باشد از پوست
درد در نهایت آرامی
درد ان
لحظه لحظه آغاز می شود نو

“The lines understood and no one made a move to touch Don Faustino and, with his hands shaking and held in front of his eyes, and with his mouth moving, he walked along between the lines." (For whom the bell tolls, Hemingway)


 

   
 
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USA. Tunbridge, Vermont. 1975, Carnival Strippers

 
 

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