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Tue 20 Mar 2007ساعت 4:21 PM توسط کریمسون |
بوسه بر لب
لبانت
به ظرافت شعر
شهوانی ترین بوسه ها را به شرمی چنان مبدل میکند
که جاندار غارنشین از آن سود میجوید
تا به صورت انسان در آید.
و گونه هایت
با دو شیار مورب
که غرور تو را هدایت میکنند و
سرنوشت مرا
که شب را تحمل کرده ام
بی آن که به انتظار صبح
مسلح بوده باشم,
وبکارتی سربلند را
از روسبیخانه های داد و ستد
سر به مهر باز آورده ام.
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Tue 20 Mar 2007ساعت 4:18 PM توسط کریمسون |
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Somewhere in this crazy night With all this noise, and all this light I'm out upon the crowded street I play the game and I keep the beat But I'm thinking of you
And I remember the summer days Your strength and yet your gentle ways Now I'm back on the crowded street Through the darker days I keep the beat
But I'm thinking of you
Through all the grey, I see skies of blue I close my eyes cause I'm thinking of you
And I pray to god, that what we had, We will have again someday So I telephoned to tell you what I'd hoped you'd like to hear me say
I'm thinking of you
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Fri 16 Mar 2007ساعت 8:3 PM توسط کریمسون |
آرامش
وقتي سرت رو رو شونه هاي کسي ميگذاري که دوستش داري بزرگترين آرامش دنيا رو تو خودت احساس ميکني و وقتي کسي که دوستش داري سرش رو رو شانه هات ميذاره احساس مي کني قوي ترين موجود جهاني
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Fri 9 Mar 2007ساعت 10:37 AM توسط کریمسون |
از یک ای-میل
Lessons on Life
There was a man who had four sons. He wanted his sons to learn not to judge things too quickly. So he sent them each on a quest, in turn, to go and look at a pear tree that was a great distance away.
The first son went in the winter, the second in the spring, the third in summer, and the youngest son in the fall.
When they had all gone and come back, he called them together to describe what they had seen The first son said that the tree was ugly, bent, and twisted. The second son said no it was covered with green buds and full of promise.
The third son disagreed; he said it was laden with blossoms that smelled so sweet and looked so beautiful, it was the most graceful thing he had ever seen.
The last son disagreed with all of them; he said it was ripe and drooping with fruit, full of life and fulfillment.
The man then explained to his sons that they were all right, because they had each seen but only one season in the tree's life.
He told them that you cannot judge a tree, or a person, by only one season, and that the essence of who they are and the pleasure, joy, and love that come from that life can only be measured at the end, when all the seasons are up.
If you give up when it's winter, you will miss the promise of your spring, the beauty of your summer, fulfillment of your fall.
Moral:
Don't let the pain of one season destroy the joy of all the rest. Don't judge life by one difficult season. Persevere through the difficult patches and better times are sure to come some time or later.
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Sat 24 Feb 2007ساعت 10:24 PM توسط کریمسون |