the little pearl

i have a little pearl in my life,a little shiny pearl in my heart,and that pearl is a little girl named zosha.

my zosha is 11 mounths old,and i love this little girl,with all of my heart.

i love you my dear zosha,and i hope you love me as the same way.

love you zosha.

first time

two frozen body,your arms will make her warm,

two frozen shoulder,one sweater can hold both shoulders tight,

four frozen hand,come on hold her hands,thats right,

two frozen lips,your lips can wake her heart up.

under the sweater,into the darkness,right into the coldness,warmness of your lips,warmness of your hands....

kiss her,thats right.

*this post is for you sheza

hope you like it,

and hope i could describe your beautiful night with your love correctly.,

thanks for giving me this much goodness.

broker,broken

silence

i dont know where this silence comes from?

tell me please,am i such a boring girl?that you prefer silence instead of answering me?

no need to be quiet,just tell me go away,and you will see that i will go,and i will never turn back,

just tell me somethimg

i cant stand this damn silence.

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این مردها هستن,که از بچه- یه ماهه تا 6 ساله,بدشون میاد!اینها که تا بچه میبینن,دماغشون رو چین میدن,یا وقتی یه بچه میگه: شلام عمو, یه لبخند زورکی میزنن با یه سلام نصفه و نیمه,بعد خودشون رو با دسته مبل یا گل قالی سرگرم میکنن,توجه کردی وقتی خانومشون حامله میشه,چه جوری میشن؟
اونوقته که همه جور بچه ای,از یه ماهه تا 6 ساله رو نمیشه از بغلشون جدا کرد.از اثرات پدر شدنه دیگه؟
من موندم این همه لطافت از کجا میاد! بعد اینا چه تصوری از بچه شون دارن؟احتمالا فرشته کوچولو!
بعد ازینکه بچه شون به دنیا اومد,باز هم همین جوری فکر میکنن؟
خدا عالمه!

forgotten

forgotten....

Alone

I hear the ticking of the clock

I'm lying here the room's pitch dark

I wonder where you are tonight

No answer on the telephone

And the night goes by so very slow

Oh I hope that it won't end though

Alone

Till now I always got by on my own

I never really cared until I met you

And now it chills me to the bone

How do I get you alone

How do I get you alone

You don't know how long I have wanted

to touch your lips and hold you tight,oh

You don't know how long I have waited

and I was going to tell you tonight

But the secret is still my own

and my love for you is still unknown

Alone

Till now I always got by on my own

I never really cared until I met you

And now it chills me to the bone

How do I get you alone

How do I get you alone

-Alone -

-by Celine Dion-

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گاهی یه عزیزی یه چیزی ازت میخواد, نه اینکه چیز سختی باشه ها,ازین کارای معمولی,اما واسه تو یه جورایی سخته.بعد تو هی اعتقاداتت رو دستمالی میکنی,کم و زیاد میکنی تا با خودت کنار میای.انجامش که میدی,انتظار داری طرف هی کارتو بزرگ کنه,خودتو بزرگ کنه,اما اگر نکنه,نه که نخواد,مثلا موقعیتش پیش نیاد,یا با چند تا جمله سروته قضیه رو هم بیاره,اونموقه ست که تو میمونی و یه ناراحتی -نه پشیمونی- بزرگ.انگار که کارتو ریز ریز کرده باشن جلوت.
حالا من هی خودمو جر بدم,که بفهمی الان میخوام صداتو,الان میخوام حرفاتو,همین الان.
چشمهای خسته ات رو که نمیتونم نادیده بگیرم,میتونم؟

strenght?

im not strong, and you are in a great mistake if you think so.im just a weak girl that start crying when miss you like a child,im a little girl that scare of stove,scare of fire,of hot oil,of fried fishes,scare of even beetle.

im NOT strong.

not mine

your tears:they've never be for me.

????????

my head got conused by what you said,and the question marks are still flying in my mind.i didnt,dont,wont understand what you mean,and you said goodbye instead of explaning.

you dont know how much you hurt me,you dont know how much this question bother me:whats wrong?

prashant

this post belongs to one of my best friends:my dear prashant,my dear friend,that every time i want,will be availabe.

it make me feel proud and happy,when u tell me:heloo,and i hope never loose my dear friend.

and one more thing:thank you so much.

your close eyes

now your eyes are close,and my open eyes are writing for you,now im imagining you,in your bed,and a blancket around your bare soulders(maybe),and your close eyes must be so kissable for me,i wish i could kiss them some day.

good night dear.

melancholy

looking at your eyes,even in front of this monitor is sweet for me,and the movement of your lips,your hands,your fingers,cause my heart to call your name loadly,a load voice behind my silence,and behind this silence,I wanna tell you:i love you.

its good

its good to know you are awake,up to me,it makes me feel you are close to me,when you are not.it help me feel im not alone,when i am,and it persuade my tears to fall down in another time.

its good to know you are bare at the time,it makes me feel you,your skin,your hands,when touching you looks to be a dream,when imaging your skin is hard even in my mind.

its good to know how is the taste of your lips,when i havnt them,when i cant have them,when i need them also,i can taste them,i can taste your lips and feel them.yess i can feel them in my mind and on my lips.

believe me,its good.

under the attack

its stressful when im writing for the first time ,and ejoyful also,i can say every thing,i can say things that i've never supposed to say to some one,because i cant say what i wana say,in a direct way.my mind was ful of words,but now its empty,comletely empty.