هیچ نمانده
غمهایم را در کیسه های کوچک پلاستیکی می ریزم
و به کوچه می برم
حتی گربه ها هم به آنها نزدیک نمی شوند.
It is a strange sort of pain
"to die of yearning for something you'll never experience"
It is a strange sort of pain
"to die of yearning for something you'll never experience"
4 comments:
salam . man dayi hamidam . yadet omad . bishtar az in dige nemigam . akhe mano hamid mikhaim bebinim maro yadet hast ...
maybe the cats have their own sorrows , maybe they are overloaded , or maybe there's no meat smell from your sorrows , may be I'm just delirious , maybe you just imagined that you've put your sorrows on the plastic bags , maybe they're empty , maybe you're still carrying your sorrows , Yes! you're still carrying them , don't lie to yourself....
darvaghe inja bayad comment dar ertebat ba neveshtat bezaram. mano bebakhsh va in akharin comment nabarbotiye ke mizaram. veb mano adamaye ziyadi nemikhonan. chon man adaye ziyadi ke az in jor neveshteha va makhsosan az neveshtehaye man khosheshon biyad nemishnasam. shayad dar majmoe 7 ya 8 nafar. ama khoshhal misham age to gah gahi sar bezani va commentam ke bezari dige michasbam be saghf. bazam bebakhshid az tomari ke baret neveshtam.
Thanks for your invitation to charity bazar. C U
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