by the way;
Because the end of the world's destination is nothing, it seems you are nothing too, so while you are feeling alive you should be happy (Omar Khayyam)
Oh, This pic is nothing…they are just some mother fu..ers with the Iranian nationality. Probably they are not sleeping. Here is a beautiful related sing by Mohsen Namjoo “Diazepam 10”. I think this youtube’s file is imperfect, it’s easy to get the mp3 of Diazepam 10 so I didn’t upload it.
The last time I was playing music with one of my best friends; Ali, was over six months ago. We played melody of Elaheye Naz by Gholam Hossein Banan. That name means Goddess of Coquette. We recorded what we played after 2 or 3 turns of practice.
I’ve changed my background music to this record of us. You can play and hear it at this sheet's side bar. I know it is not ever beautiful as the original version but it was played by us even if it is not beauty! this is the important reason that made me play it here.
I hope you can enjoy it.
And …
November 8th was the day “Name withheld” met his wife. She gave him a card this year which I was so much interested in:
Peace means to have no pragmatism, no passion, no clannish, no hate, no argument, peace means to be free from all people and all people be free of you and therefore it’s easy to conclude peace means first to have no religion.
It has some relations with this topic point of view…
After 23 days passed in coma, after two brain operations, Hooshang; my father got his intelligence and came back to us 2 days ago. He’d gotten crashed by motorcycle around our new house when he went around to buy food for house cleaners.
I changed my back ground music to the music you hear, a one that made me cry a lot these days.
Everyday my papa would work
To try to make ends meet
To see that we would eat
Keep those shoes upon my feet
Every night my papa would take me
And tuck me in my bed
Kiss me on my head
After all my prayers were said
And there were years
Of sadness and of tears
Through it all
Together we were strong
We were strong
Times were rough
But Papa he was tough
Mama stood beside him all along
Growing up with them was easy
The time had flew on by
The years began to fly
They aged and so did I
…..
Since I was born, we live in an old lovely home in the first class and beautiful place of Mashad/Iran. Especially since 18, I live in its down stairs, independent from my parents’ behavior.
Oh my room, Let me smokes the last(s) with you!
As a matter of fact my home my passed is going to be damaged in the future semester.
I don’t know how Hooshang's and Tayyeb's feelings were after the signs for sell. However I’m sure they did that just for us for their children.
Oh my old lovely Ever home;
I’m not the boy of Besat and Naserkhosro any more! Who am I without you?
I swear to my cry; I never forget the times we had. You are in my mind forever. Die alone and relax, I will do the same as soon as possible.
May 24, 2001 -- Twenty five years ago something funny happened around Mars. NASA's Viking 1 spacecraft was circling the planet, snapping photos of possible landing sites for its sister ship Viking 2, when it spotted the shadowy likeness of a human face. An enormous head nearly two miles from end to end seemed to be staring back at the cameras from a region of the Red Planet called Cydonia.
There must have been a degree of surprise among mission controllers back at the Jet Propulsion Lab when the face appeared on their monitors. But the sensation was short lived. Scientists figured it was just another Martian mesa, common enough around Cydonia, only this one had unusual shadows that made it look like an Egyptian Pharaoh.
And so on April 5, 1998, when Mars Global Surveyor flew over Cydonia for the first time, Michael Malin and his Mars Orbiter Camera (MOC) team snapped a picture ten times sharper than the original Viking photos. Thousands of anxious web surfers were waiting when the image first appeared on a JPL web site, revealing ... a natural landform. There was no alien monument after all.
Read real version of this poem in Persian
My poor English translation of some sections:
………
Don't coquette to destroy my root
Don’t hold on your head to let my outcry be heard on the heaven
Don’t make your hair chain ringlet to capture me
Don’t swag your hair to make me lost on the wind
………
Take pity on me and help me
Hafez never avoid your cruelty
I was free as I was your prisoner
Here is a beautiful clip of this poem with Zahra Amir-Ebrahimi playing roll of actress. Singer and Setar player: Mohsen Namjoo
(Read full persian version of Darioush will here)
…. but don’t close my grave and so whenever you could, come in the grave and see my stony coffin there and understand that: me; your father was a mighty king and reigned over 25 countries and died finally and you will die too, because die is the destination of all people … when you see my grave whenever you could, vanity and bigheaded can’t conquer you and when you saw your death near close my grave and tell the same as me to your son ….
