شرابی هست از چشمه ای
که از قلب زنی می جوشد
شرابی گاهی تلخ با ته مزه‌ای از خاک
نوش دارویی سنگین و عمیق
که خواب می کند سلولهای فکر را حتی ساعتی
از بیهوده جنبیدن
پاها را سست می کند و سینه را می گشاید
بی سپر بی‌شمشیر بی‌کلمه، بازدمی می شود از دلی
که تکه‌هایش را می جوید
شرابی از چشمه ای
که از قلب تپنده‌ی زنی می جوشد
زنی همانند من
این چنین همراه زندگی
.و تا این حد جدا از آن
درون من دختری کوچک زندگی کرده
بی‌آنکه سال‌ها شکل دستانش را آن چنان تغییر دهند
بی آنکه قلبش از بار وقایع روی هم انباشته
از تکه‌های صد بار از هم گسیخته
سنگینی کند
دختری کوچک که از هرچیز فقط ذره ای می داند
از هر زبانی چندین کلمه
زندگی برایش
بیشتر آوازیست
حتی اگر داستانش را در گوشهایت جیغ می کشد
حتی وقتی می آزارد
شاید این فقط تعریف او، برداشت اوست
یا شاید رویاییست که به آن بی‌پایه و بی‌اساس پرداخته
و ترکش نمی کند
درون من دختری کوچک زندگی کرده
و هر روز
ذره ای بیشتر
روزی بیشتر
زندگی می‌کند
Somehow
I dance the most where there is mess and tension and urban blocks
shopping malls
huge parkings
train stations
nature is great you know
it is clear but
its elements already got their organic moves
so I would rather stay still.
Imagine
that every person around
literally everyone you pass by
is going through what exactly you go through on daily basis
through the same emotions
same suffeeings
same taste of joy
through the same feeling of not being loved or accepted
through the same sweetness of feeling loved
and accepted, the way you are
imagine their battles
small ones in your eyes or big ones
their anger, their take of injustice
their sexual attractions, things they wont tell anyone
imagine all those things people never talk about.
the collective secret
در هيچ جعبه اي جا نمى شوم
بخواهي نخواهي
زندگى داستانش را برايم تعريف مي كند
با آب و تاب و فراز و نشيب
در برابرش مي ايستم روز تا شب تا روز
و گوش مي دهم اما گاه گاه
صدايم را دربرابرش بلند مى كنم چون مى خواهم
از كوتاهى اش بكاهم
نمى توانم تمامى اش را بپذيرم
نمى توانم فراموش كارى هايش را به جان بخرم
به حال خودش رهايش كنم
سينه سپر مى كنم به چيزي در برابرم
و ديوانگى ام را بهانه مى كنم
As the big moon makes the ocean water rise
My spirit becomes unstoppable
my heart gets so wild
my body grows so vast
even black holes cant eat me up.
It fits in your science or it does nt..
call me nuts, I got no place for facts.
I am related and connected
My spirits are unstoppable.
نه مى ارزيد
اين راه كج و كوله
به درازى اش
نه اين بار، به سنگينى اش
نه اين صدا به لرزشش
و نه اين صورت به گردن انداختنش
اين ترس، به زيستن، به تنفس، به خفايش
هرگز نمى ارزيد.
This world
abso-fucking-loutly is not for everyone.
Somedays are definitely not some people’s days.
And we either walk around spread advices to everyone and be the intelligence police.
or just dive deep into our ignorant life, where the problem is everyone and everything
but not ourselves.
Every single day is a day when some feel like they do not fit in this world.
and you know,
probably they are right.
What a winter we passed.
I found a note on my phone calling my living room “the association of sick plants”.
The same living room where so much love was created and spread,
was then turned to a dark ground-floor hole filled with spider nets and the cigarettes.
And then the spring came and things were a little bit better.
The world messier than ever but still,
There was a lover and there were friends and laughter and trees in the garden.
There was music and somehow a little room to dream on.
Some of those sick plants died but then new ones were born,
thanks to some magic and care with my little drops of power,
little drops of life energy.
And you know, it is really fine!
Who wants to be green and happy all the time?
there is truth is darkness, and there is truth in death.
Then, June came and this big beautiful Benjamin tree invited itself to the same living room.
the very same dark hole, where love is created and spread.
You have got to be on the watch because June always brings fantastic stuff. always!
And now, September it is!
Septembers are full of Drama.
Days too warm and days too cold.
DRAMA.
there must be a spring
in my story
there must be a blossoming
a being born again
otherwise
why does my skin feels so tight to me
why do I feel bigger than the space I take
