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عشق رازیست مقدس. برای کسانی که عاشقندعشق برای همیشه بی کلام می ماند اما برای کسانی که عشق نمی ورزند عشق شوخی بی رحمانه ای بیش نیست. شاید ساده باور بودن برای من عادی شده…. بازی روزگار دست از سر من بر نمی دارد… کاش زمان به جلو نمی رفت و من همچنان می توانستم با خودم حرف بزنم… ای کاش باوری که سال ها در قلبم نگه داشته بودم به سادگی از بین نمی رفت… ای کاش همیشه ساده پیچیده نبود یا برعکس…. چند روز پیش را به یاد می آورم…. چه زود تمام شد…. نمی دانم شایدم هست…. قالب جدید وبلاگ پیچك دات نت. Man is a wolf man.

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This Is How It Goes: December 2009

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This Is How It Goes. Friday, December 11, 2009. The Eye(by Gibran Khalil Gibran). Said the Eye one day, "I see beyond these valleys a mountain veiled with blue mist. Is it not beautiful? The Ear listened, and after listening intently awhile, said, "But where is any mountain? I do not hear it.". Then the Hand spoke and said, "I'm trying in vain to feel it or touch it, and I can find no mountain.". And the Nose said, "There is no mountain, I cannot smell it.". Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).

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عشق رازیست مقدس. برای کسانی که عاشقندعشق برای همیشه بی کلام می ماند اما برای کسانی که عشق نمی ورزند عشق شوخی بی رحمانه ای بیش نیست. ای خدا hard دلم format. Field من را خالی از برکت مکن. غم را خدایا on. File اشکم را خدایا run. کن شاخه های غصه را. سردی و افسردگی را هر سه را. شادی بیا تا set. System اندوه را reset. نام تو password درهای بهشت. آدرس e mail سایت سرنوشت. تا نیفتد bug در اندیشه مان. تا که ویروسی نگردد ریشه مان. ای خدا از بهر ما ایمن فرست. بهر دلهای پر آتش fan فرست. ای خدا حرف دلم با کی زنم.

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عشق رازیست مقدس. برای کسانی که عاشقندعشق برای همیشه بی کلام می ماند اما برای کسانی که عشق نمی ورزند عشق شوخی بی رحمانه ای بیش نیست. شاید ساده باور بودن برای من عادی شده…. بازی روزگار دست از سر من بر نمی دارد… کاش زمان به جلو نمی رفت و من همچنان می توانستم با خودم حرف بزنم… ای کاش باوری که سال ها در قلبم نگه داشته بودم به سادگی از بین نمی رفت… ای کاش همیشه ساده پیچیده نبود یا برعکس…. چند روز پیش را به یاد می آورم…. چه زود تمام شد…. نمی دانم شایدم هست…. کاش مداد سفید تو جعبه مدادرنگی وجود نداشت. نوشته شده ...

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عشق رازیست مقدس. برای کسانی که عاشقندعشق برای همیشه بی کلام می ماند اما برای کسانی که عشق نمی ورزند عشق شوخی بی رحمانه ای بیش نیست. Beyond something god wanted for me I saw my dreams which was fastening to me although it is strange there are some secrets for me that they smell happiness. I don’t know how can I analyze it? But I believe god knows better than me and others. God is here . I can feel him. قالب جدید وبلاگ پیچك دات نت. Man is a wolf man. كاش مي شد با لب حسرت گريست. عشق شروع دلتنگی -آرزو.

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عشق رازیست مقدس. برای کسانی که عاشقندعشق برای همیشه بی کلام می ماند اما برای کسانی که عشق نمی ورزند عشق شوخی بی رحمانه ای بیش نیست. I CAME BACK AGAIN. Sometimes passing time is harsh to me , but it is ridiculous because the reality is unavoidable.every body should accept it and believe the tree believe in flower 's honesty.flower is the best and she can shout it and every body knows it. The tree needs the flower.tree says it soon.no one can be found like the flower because the flower is unique.

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This Is How It Goes

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This Is How It Goes. Saturday, November 28, 2009. There is still something to make me smile when feeling betrayed. There is still something to stop me crying, and to cry the same time. There is still something to change my mood when feeling forlorn. There is still something to stop me falling when feeling down. There is still something to stop me doing dumb thing when feeling mad. There is still something to give me strength when feeling weak. There is still something to ease my pain when feeling hurt.

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This Is How It Goes: The Eye(by Gibran Khalil Gibran)

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This Is How It Goes. Friday, December 11, 2009. The Eye(by Gibran Khalil Gibran). Said the Eye one day, "I see beyond these valleys a mountain veiled with blue mist. Is it not beautiful? The Ear listened, and after listening intently awhile, said, "But where is any mountain? I do not hear it.". Then the Hand spoke and said, "I'm trying in vain to feel it or touch it, and I can find no mountain.". And the Nose said, "There is no mountain, I cannot smell it.". To does it make any difference?

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This Is How It Goes: Me, here, alienated, familiar, wall…

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This Is How It Goes. Saturday, November 21, 2009. Me, here, alienated, familiar, wall…. Like the thunderstorm shouting for its magnificence… like the rain crying its peace and purity… like the snow yelling its heaviness that can not be burdened by anyone… like the wind bellowing its gentle blowing…. Shout your mind… but, but shout it silently…as a wall does. Listen to it once! It is talking to you-shouting- but in silence. It is yelling its loneliness and its sociability together! The souls of humans!

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This Is How It Goes: To My Dear Sahar

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This Is How It Goes. Sunday, November 15, 2009. To My Dear Sahar. I was hidden among my questions! And all of a sudden, you came to help me answer myself. And after that, for the first time I had someone to live for and say" Hey! I've got sb in this world! I you…felt things, I felt the world yet I was unable to express myself, unable to say who I was. But you talked and you wrote! You were able to write your soul! You knew the song in my heart and could sing it back to me when I had forgotten the words!