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 Happy and nurturing societies assume ample provisions for a man who is for a customized ways in search of divine.
I am writing only for my shadow, which is now stretched across the wall in the light of the lamp. I must make myself known to him. Zenda-Yad Sadegh Hedayat
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Thursday, July 17, 2003
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........................................................................................To be humble
Of all good attitudes a man can make out of life, nothing appeals me more than being humble while one knows he is in control and in charge; and yet, he suppress that arrogant urge to display superiority of his state of being, knowing deep inside that he is a thing now that will be nothing in forcible future, old and sick and subject of mercy. Misreading There seems an eternal conflict between striving to possess material things and satisfying one’s thirst for higher spiritual, moral, and artistic realms. Nothing piss you off more than a misunderstanding stemmed from your genuine efforts to be a good man and are suddenly misinterpreted and portrayed as a nasty greedy bloodsucker. I believe there are a lot of good people out there that be an accident are Jews. نوشته شده در ساعت 7/17/2003 09:57:00 PM توسط Azada Monday, July 14, 2003
٭ اکنون من ديگر فارغ خواهم شد از زنان بی احساس
به کنار او می روم که با من می ماند، و همه زنانی که خون گرمند و مناسب حال من می بينم که آنها مرا می فهمند و مرا انکار نمی کنند، می بينم که آنها ارزش مرا دارند، من شوهر ی نيرومند برای آن زنان خواهم بود نوشته شده در ساعت 7/14/2003 09:23:00 PM توسط Azada
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No man wants to face the reality of decay and becoming that miserable nothing – that insignificant being smashed by harsh of soberness and dictation of wealth and influence. One feels nothing when he sees the depth of the crisis of being. So much that he wants to slap god few times and have him taste the niches of pains we have to go through every day. Is he just? نوشته شده در ساعت 7/14/2003 09:09:00 PM توسط Azada
٭ همه ما به نوعی شکار شده توسط ارزشهای گذشتگانمان هستيم. ما تنها مجريان آن ارزشها هستيم در حالی که به خيال خويش ما سرزنده بوده و بر امور زندگی امان استيلا داريم.
نوشته شده در ساعت 7/14/2003 09:09:00 PM توسط Azada
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........................................................................................It is over a year that now I am writing here - off and on. It is tough to keep things interesting. Even though I have not tried hard fot that either. I always wrote here out of randomness – out of an accident feel to want to vomit in face of monarch and communists judges of post war Europe. نوشته شده در ساعت 7/14/2003 09:07:00 PM توسط Azada Tuesday, July 08, 2003
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The Iranian twins death was heartbreaking. I prayed so hard for them. May their soul be at peace at last.
٭ مشغوليات زيادی است که زندگی فرد را ير ميکنند. لحظه های که قلب فرد را بشکنند و اندکی از عطش روح او را بکاهند - اندکند اما چه زيبايند. سردی دستان مرگ بر قفسه سينه آدمی هولناک است. يک شعر خوب - يک داستان زيبا ميتواند تلاوت گرمی باشد که مرگ را شرمنده کند. هنر نوشتاری، موسيقی ذهن برای همدردی و ايستادگی در برابر دغدغه های زندگی است.
نوشته شده در ساعت 7/08/2003 05:39:00 PM توسط Azada
٭ نرمی بدنش آرامش دهنده بود - بزرگی جثه اش هم به او هيبت ميداد و احترام انگيز بود. وقتی چراغ روشن شد يک پاپت پشم الود بغل کرده بودم.
نوشته شده در ساعت 7/08/2003 05:37:00 PM توسط Azada
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........................................................................................This morning I am feeling like that sculptor who worked so hard on a shape of a bird and pushed his imagination to new horizons only to be disappointed when he visits a local zoo. The actual bird, the eagle, which he worked so hard in his imaginary world, and he needed that then, is not as big now, not as pretty and not as significant he was craving for it to be. Thus, he goes out and he finds the nearest brothel house and shares a drink or two with some women he has no hazy imagination this time to know who they are. نوشته شده در ساعت 7/08/2003 05:34:00 PM توسط Azada
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