tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-306828762024-03-06T10:48:39.937+03:00PutescoWhat do you think this is ??
Only the self-report of my everyday repetitive breathing.Putescohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03644436497428603907noreply@blogger.comBlogger46125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30682876.post-83594869520078407842007-12-16T22:16:00.000+02:002008-12-09T11:34:24.190+02:00Untitled'Where are the men?' said the little prince , at last resuming the conversation.'One feels rather lonely in the desert.''It is just as lonely among men' said the snake.Putescohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03644436497428603907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30682876.post-54671301275376217012007-08-20T05:48:00.000+03:002008-12-09T11:34:24.371+02:00HaltIt's been a while since I have come to any form of conclusion.Desperately missed a window with a place to sit by and watch the rain fall down or probably playing with a kid for a while.Another heroanother mindless crime.Behind the curtain,in the pantomime.Hold the line!Does anybody want to take it anymore?Putescohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03644436497428603907noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30682876.post-12535549680826863012007-07-31T08:52:00.000+03:002008-12-09T11:34:24.625+02:00Absolute MeIt is really awful that there are still some people around the planet who see everything either black or white although colored technology has been invented such a long time ago.When they follow a path or idea there is no OTHER idea beside their own idea.Everything is based on their theory of life and everything else looks doomed and foggy.Knew somebody before which I only loved this sentence ofPutescohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03644436497428603907noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30682876.post-16003044338211274352007-07-25T09:30:00.000+03:002008-12-09T11:34:24.754+02:00BreastYesterday was my mom's birthday.I feel reborn and purified!Mother, you had me but I never had you, I wanted you but you didn't want me, So I got to tell you, Goodbye, goodbye. Farther, you left me but I never left you, I needed you but you didn't need me, So I got to tell you, Goodbye, goodbye. Children, don't do what I have done, I couldn't walk and I tried to run, So I got to tell you, Goodbye,Putescohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03644436497428603907noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30682876.post-10226015102027771772007-07-23T08:47:00.000+03:002008-12-09T11:34:24.914+02:00FlatlineWent to ER last night ; where we started and one day will finish it there.I wonder if my mother has ever thought to herself that this big round extra pound is going to be able put up with all the adventures on this planet.Why didn't it happen?Why should it always get prolonged every single moment?What have not we done that needs to be done?Millions and millions of people have got killed in a Putescohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03644436497428603907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30682876.post-73690942932564959252007-07-17T22:47:00.000+03:002008-12-09T11:34:25.127+02:00...Kaveh GolestanPutescohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03644436497428603907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30682876.post-19965672038096816292007-07-12T18:31:00.000+03:002008-12-09T11:34:25.280+02:00Finally A HeroBUCHAREST, July 12 (RIA Novosti) - A Romanian court has rejected a lawsuit against God filed by a local prisoner serving a 20-year term for murder, a local newspaper said.Evenimentul Zilei said Mircea Pavel's suit was against "defendant God, resident in Heaven, represented here by the Romanian Orthodox Church."In late 2005, it was reported that the convict, serving his term in the western Putescohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03644436497428603907noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30682876.post-13834790942072935892007-07-11T18:12:00.000+03:002008-12-09T11:34:25.392+02:00Poet Respirationچیزی بر سرم زده ست که باران نیستصدفهای زیر خاکبا لبهای دوخته شانحرفی از مرواریدنخواهند زد.هرشبدنیا را دیده ام که پس از عشقبازی اشمثل مردی سیگار می کشدو به دخترانی که دوباره فردا فریب اش را خواهند خوردپشت می کندچیزی بر سرم زده است که باران نیستآن بالا خدا هم پرنده ی تنهایی ستکه برای ابرها می خواندلیلا فرجامیLeila FarjamiClick on PoetSorry for the language change but that's the way of the world!Putescohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03644436497428603907noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30682876.post-63975842615490132782007-07-08T21:42:00.000+03:002008-12-09T11:34:25.626+02:00Already"How sweet is mortal Sovranty!"--think some:Others--"How blest the Paradise to come!"Ah, take the Cash in hand and waive the Rest;Oh, the brave Music of a distant Drum!Hakim Omar Khayyam (1048 - forever)Don't you oftenly come to this conclusion that every word and saying that has needed to be said has already been said and discussed throught the history of mankind and what we all trying to Putescohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03644436497428603907noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30682876.post-10796721746092899682007-06-16T09:59:00.000+03:002008-12-09T11:34:25.708+02:00For my Day DreamerThis is only for my beloved friend and companion "Day Dreamer" the great. I am talking to anybody else but my dear guitarist and co-discoverer of songs whom we spent many amazing moments of our lives together and I think i won't be able anytime , anywhere to find such a comrade as he has been and he is to me.It's right what you are doing .It's right what you have done for your soul , your Putescohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03644436497428603907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30682876.post-41849954209644450632007-06-10T00:23:00.000+03:002008-12-09T11:34:25.989+02:00SelfIt is really strange that some people think that other human-beings on earth have been created or better to say generated in order to complete or advance their idealogical experiences. Once they have been a ruthless comrade doing suicidal acts then became a filthy brother blowing people's brain away by a pistol and after while converted to a life-time secular intellectual with such high standardsPutescohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03644436497428603907noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30682876.post-37179641985021071332007-05-14T18:26:00.000+03:002008-12-09T11:34:26.074+02:00JudgementWhen I was a kid I remember the moment I came across this question that if Mr.God is going to judge people and award them for their lifetime efforts at the end of the world , what will happen for example to the children who have died seconds after their birth or paralyzed people or the people who have been deceived and brain-washed by the others to kill , to go to the war or to do suicide and I Putescohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03644436497428603907noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30682876.post-79021869545800117352007-03-11T01:18:00.000+02:002008-12-09T11:34:26.213+02:00Fools!Maybe I am too depressed to even think about writing some words here in my own space of solitude but I don't think it is honest to abandon this small home and leave it like somewhere I have never been before but anyways life goes one:It's really strange that every single damn thing you have ever neglected in your whole life gradually factors in your life and you become just numb about it.Once Putescohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03644436497428603907noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30682876.post-65825751057346686802007-02-07T06:53:00.000+02:002008-12-09T11:34:26.466+02:00DrinkPLEASE PLAY THE MUSIC PLAYER AT THE VERY END OF THIS POST FIRSTI am gonna share these moments with you.These golden moments! The moments which never gonna come back to this industrialized planet. The people enjoying these moment have gone and their bodies have returned to their father.They are mocking us , laughing at us struggling in our own playground. Where are those thoughts? where are those Putescohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03644436497428603907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30682876.post-41821565021722047312007-01-31T23:18:00.000+02:002007-01-31T23:24:47.676+02:00Nostalgia This is for my forever professor who has dedicated his career and life to something pure.I hope that it goes like that forever.These kinds of melodies has always brought tears to his eyes. I don't know why.He never understands the words but these melodies are somewhere deep in his soul.Hope to hear your silky voice again! and don't worry be relaxed cuz you have tons of students like me .Putescohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03644436497428603907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30682876.post-1165850306732183972006-12-11T16:51:00.000+02:002006-12-11T17:19:26.526+02:00The Bridge What is it that keeps you alive?Have you ever had this question before?Do you want to live for the next 150 years?Is the life great? or is it great enough? What keeps you calm in the storms of breathing?Putescohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03644436497428603907noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30682876.post-1162713777708416232006-11-05T09:45:00.000+02:002006-11-05T10:02:57.716+02:00Late It's always gonna be late.Either I am so pessimistic or so realistic about the time.Ever tried to think about something or plan about it without being nervous about getting late or being late for your plans.Ofcourse I have never been that naive to be negative about the future.I always have thought that I am gonna be the biggest star in my own field but sometimes I really think isn't it late? Putescohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03644436497428603907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30682876.post-1160156629804229622006-10-06T20:42:00.000+03:002006-10-06T21:11:36.593+03:00Ever? This may look a little bit strange to you but just try to sympathize with me in this matter.I was just thinking that everything we do and everyone we wanna be is gonna end in one way in our mind : we just wanna be free both in body and mind. But believe me it's never gonna happen.You ask why? just let me give an example to you.If I want to drag this old laptop of mine all around the world with Putescohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03644436497428603907noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30682876.post-1158253097809515182006-09-14T19:29:00.000+03:002006-09-14T20:06:47.780+03:00Just a PhaseThe world is such a dangerous place to live and in my case it's better because I am running away from a place which no longer was not my ideal of history or culture.I don't know what's gonna happen but I realy feel that the whole life is between some unsure hands abstractly. The politics was not supposed to be such complicated as it seems now. But when you are a politician and you want to seem Putescohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03644436497428603907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30682876.post-1157566045855539422006-09-06T21:02:00.000+03:002006-09-06T21:14:48.473+03:00Mr. Bad GuyOh yes I'm the great pretenderPretending I'm doing wellMy need is such, I pretend too muchI'm lonely but no-one can tellOh yes I'm the great pretenderAdrift in a world of my own I play the game, but to my realshameYou've left me to dream all aloneToo real is this feeling of make believe (make believe)Too real when I feel what my heart can't concealOoh oh yes I'm the great pretenderJust laughing Putescohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03644436497428603907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30682876.post-1156177415061569092006-08-21T18:49:00.000+03:002006-08-21T22:26:51.160+03:00PatriotI am really sorry for you!Believe me I am really sorry.I still feel ashamed and sad when I hear one of your songs or see your face in your pictures.I just can't stand them.You have been born in such a wrong place.I am serious.You were not supposed to be here. Even Victor Jara had a better destiny than you. I see something in your eyes that I have never seen in the eyes of the most honest people Putescohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03644436497428603907noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30682876.post-1155804386639681112006-08-17T11:19:00.000+03:002006-08-17T11:54:18.153+03:00GossipPeople: A very strange phenomenon.Disgusting and complicated.Never satisfied.Always talking.I think this is the best description for this creature.If you are working and serving them all through your life honestly and doing great and useful things for them ,again the most important thing for them is to know who you are dating, wh0 you are fucking and how much you are being paind each month.This Putescohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03644436497428603907noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30682876.post-1154959355169416392006-08-07T16:15:00.000+03:002006-08-07T20:31:45.413+03:00BlessedI feel so relaxed today.Just great. Maybe it is because of that deep floating last night.It's strange to regret about what heppened and at the same time feel satisfied but when you understand every human being needs to empty all those heavy collected pieces which you carry all around in your life in one moment, then the reason for this calmness becomes much more clear. Sometimes it's so difficultPutescohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03644436497428603907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30682876.post-1154790755782763312006-08-05T17:42:00.000+03:002007-05-17T00:45:17.332+03:00AffrightThat summer night I was a little kid which that happened.I never gonna forget although Never felt it directly.I remember that night I was a little kid playing on the floor in the kitchen at the same time my mom was cooking or something.It was around 9-10 at night I was so into myself and the silence was all over the house.We had about four or five tall windows in our kitchen and all of them were Putescohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03644436497428603907noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30682876.post-1154707104787011382006-08-04T18:36:00.000+03:002006-08-05T01:55:03.513+03:00BeastHe has always been there. So calm but so overwhelming. So deep ,dark and savage all through your soul. Sometimes you can not tolerate him but also can not live without him. He's always there.So much truth hidden in him that you can never put him aside. Sometimes he comes up suddenly and makes a sudden move which you can not even estimate his power.Sometimes he can enter so much joy in your life Putescohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03644436497428603907noreply@blogger.com0