We live together though
we die separately...

Birth is the first chip on our windshield,
after...

to Kaveh and the stars of his eyes.
It was a Sunday sunny afternoon...

Beauty and youth
have no choice...

The painted flower on the vase
perched on the ledge said...

I am the prince of your madness dreams
The one who would never lie...

Life is in tears when you lose a friend,
like an empty path along the pine trees...

Why do measurements and sizes
graze only the surface...

The meadow of night,
and the herd of whiteness...

They choose gutless ones
for they could...

Surviving the dark,
the rose learns to gather blooms...

The hero said to himself:
if I lie, if I stay silent, if I become one of...