tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-306828762012-01-24T14:02:52.078+02:00What do you think this is ?? Only the self-report of my everyday repetitive breathing.Putescohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03644436497428603907noreply@blogger.comBlogger461100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30682876.post-83594869520078407842007-12-16T22:16:00.000+02:002008-12-09T11:34:24.190+02:00

'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.

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It'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?

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It 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 of

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Yesterday 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,

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Went 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

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Kaveh Golestan

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BUCHAREST, 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

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چیزی 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!

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"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

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This 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

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It 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 standards

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When 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

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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

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PLEASE 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

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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 .

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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?

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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?

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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

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The 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

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Oh 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

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I 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

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People: 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

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I 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 difficult

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That 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

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He 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

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1979 - A Baha'i Mother Killed and Her 2 Daughters Watching Her Dead Body in a Village named "Kata" in IranJust surfing for something I never found suddenly encountered some sites of this huge world which had a place for me. Usually I hate any picture of dead bodies and corpses (specially during these days of war) but this one has happened before. So much before even many of us haven't been born.

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Keep it just here!Don't move!Don't talk!Don't even fuckin breath!Don't tell me what to do or what is right or wrong!It's my turn to be understood! to be listened?Who the fuck do you think you are?Who gives you the right to tell me what to do to be a better man?Who are those "better guyz" ?Do you mean those fat-ass ,overflowed ,charity-and-PEACE-lover freaks?What have I got to give?What have I

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It's all about how you feel.Less you are expecting something, faster it goes.More agog you are ,more you should feel each click.It's all about you.Have you ever felt you really want to go to bed now and wake up one week later ? or maybe one year later?Wow! Sometimes it's so precious you can not waste a drop of it and sometimes it's so useless you prefer to demolish all the things related to it.

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I don't know what happened at the back of my mind.I was just chatting and talking with my friends till I received this image of yours just by accident and it made me remember a great deal of my inside.You are the only colored picture of mine in this blog. When I saw this photo of yours , I just don't know what happened but I remembered so many memories I haven't even experienced.I have always

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Which one's better ? Colored or white? Which more exciting C or C# ? You ask in which way? ofcourse if it's about the skin you prefer white don't you? I promise at least once in your life it has passed ur brain that those black or south-american men has poisoned our planet with drugs and black money. Have you ever made fun of some special nation or ethnicity for their stupidity or parsimony or

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Have you ever missed your good old friend so much that you wish it was possible to get all the way back to those shining moment only for 1 minute or so.Those remembering , never-getting-back , wild and free moment which passed all with listening to some songs and playing some tunes on the piano so seriously which we were feeling it is gonna be a new version of Lennon, John , De Burgh , Morrison ,

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Today taking a shower (A nice place to think) discovered that I should start my second part of "Requiem Aeternam".It's named "Pro Impetus".At the moment Im looking for a real horny theme and so much rythm that I've always been so thirsty of.Thinkin of something really jazzy and something that blows anybody's head at the end. I've almost composed every part I wanted under the shower.Im begining to

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It's sometimes necessary for any human being to stop riding on the routine of life and wait some seconds in a stop somewhere in the middle of the desert of his lonliness to find out what he has been through and what he is gonna do later. Some things or some ones in your life are just a pace away from you, like you have had them all through your life but you never gonna find out what happens if

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Have you ever been so exhausted inside that you couldn't even move your leg. Suddenly everything you mention as a problem is rushing toward your mind.You think about your childhood about every snapshots you have had in your life. So heavy and apathetic that you don't even remember what u like and what u hate the most. It's a matter of mind. It's a game but hard and dangerous one. When somebody

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Oh Beslan! How could you bear that much hatred inside ? How could you watch your children fall down one by one and stay calm?Today I was just surfin the news and found out about Basayev and (maybe) his ending. Felt that I should free my inside by saying these words. I searched for some pictures of Beslan tragedy in September 2004 and found many galleries and started to watch them one by one. I

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Imagine ! You walking on the sidewalk getting to a beggar on the street who is crying for a bit of bread. Now imgine yourself making a deal with him to give him ten box instead of getting naked for 10 seconds. Now get back to your seat .What do you expect him to do? I know that it's different in different people. But by instinct what do you expect?Imagine a country getting out of some marxism

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Last night we had a tough storm going on here.As you have experienced it's always so rough but in my opinion when occured to you just think about the after-storm ambience. The rain washes all the dust and suddenly it seems everything has become so new that you can't even remember how arid you were before that. It becomes so calm so relaxing that you won't even remember the thunders .It becomes so

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Your lips, delicate as poetry,turn the most voluptuous kissinto such a coynessthat the cave animal uses itto become human.And your cheeks, with two oblique lines,that lead your prideand my destinyI who have endured the nightwithout being armedin anticipation of the dawnand have brought backa proud virginity,sealed.So what's gonna happen to that veil of yours? [The most disgraceful gift ,

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Where all those faces have gone?All those looks which made me staring at the small frame of my TV for hours. Made me watch someone else's notalgias for so many times.Have u watched any picture for 50 times?Never stopped watching!!You might have heard this : You must remember this A kiss is still a kiss A sigh is still (just) a sigh The fundamental things apply As time goes byRemember the shot in

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Every person you meet in your life has so many faces.At first this is their ideal picture they have always wanted to be.Second the image they think it's better to be in confronting you .Third the face that they think is more proper these days in this place.Fourth the character they think it's better to be in order not to be a sinner.Fifth the "inside" they don't like to be but they always appear

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It's sometimes so supernatural to see some reflections inside people. You just take a look at something , someone or some place that you realize meanwhile that you are watching some shining in it which you 've never seen in any human-related phenomenon. Makes you take it into consideration that every species on earth has some supernatural gifts inside them and maybe they should only find out how

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What's all this crap about arts? do they all knew what they're gonna be? banging your head to the wall to learn all those creepy techniques to analyze what they have not thought about that much. Maybe its better just to get relax , think about the sexiest thing you've ever done and then do it and when you got empty again think about something else.[Does anyone gonna read these lines or just some

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It's actually strange that "hearing a good news " and rememberin "something you gotta worship" have direct connection.Don't you get ashamed when such things happen? why should such superior power want you embarrased?Reminds me of a wise man said :"All the truth in the world adds up to one big lie."Today I remembered !?

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I think I did it.Yesterday finished the first part of a 3-movement piece named "Requiem Aeternam".the first part named "Pro Patria".uses the popular iranian theme "Ey Iran" in MY style.Mostly like having a rough sex with the theme.Dear persian patriots will kick my ass!!#@!Should start the 2nd part.

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A poem is a naked person... Some people say that I am a poet.

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Untimelyin a land unknownat a time yet not arrived.Thus, I was born within the forest of beast and rock.

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