All my ventures in the flesh of grapes
were because...
To A. Shamloo::
It was somewhere...
Sometimes, escapes from you as fast as you are...
sometimes, dives in you...
O look we are kissing butterflies!
O look our kisses are, a butterfly...
I am a migrant bird
of your beauty...
Everything is so awful
and bad...
They don't mean their words
words for them are contests of...
When I saw you first,
I knew then, I've never learned...
I was a ventriloquist
all my life until one day on stage...
I wonder if the Israeli army
bomb children in the sabbath day too...
No one could hear us.
We are so quiet yet our...
Holding on to youth
in the mirror seeing you're...