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Oh..Sylvia...what did you see that night?

Without Blood



..However incomprehensible life is,probably we move through it with the single desire to return to the hell that created us, to live beside whoever,once,saved us from the inferno.She tried to ask herself where that absurd faithfulness to horror came from but found that she had no answers. She understood only that nothing is stronger than the instinct to return, to where they broke us, and to replicate that moment forever.Only thinking that the one who saved us once can do it forever.But suddenly merciful. And without blood.

شاید شادی همان لحظه نادر بود.
روی سنگفرشها
یا آن نگاه خیره تو
یا اشکهای من در آسمان
یا چشمهای دخترک که در زمین فرو می رفت.
یا بوی دریا که در کوچه ها پیچیده بود.
یا حرفی که گفته نشد.
و گربه شاعری که ندیدم.
و زنی را که تو عاشق بودی و من نیز.
و فلزی که می رقصید در انگشتان تو.
و بالش قرمزی که زیر گیسوانم می سوخت.

شادی همه اینها بود.
شکر که دیر نرسیدیم.

I'm breaking my back just to know your name...

Mr Brightside

I'm coming out of my cage
And I’ve been doing just fine
Gotta gotta be down
Because I want it all
It started out with a kiss
How did it end up like this
It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss
Now I’m falling asleep
And she’s calling a cab
While he’s having a smoke
And she’s taking a drag
Now they’re going to bed
And my stomach is sick
And it’s all in my head
But she’s touching his—chest
Now, he takes off her dress
Now, let me go

I just can’t look its killing me
And taking control
Jealousy, turning saints into the sea
Swimming through sick lullabies
Choking on your alibis
But it’s just the price I pay
Destiny is calling me
Open up my eager eyes
‘Cause I’m Mr Brightside