The crow that jumped over the cold and sank into the chaotic thought of a stray cloud, and its voice traveled across the horizon like a short spear, the news will take us with it to the city, everyone knows, everyone knows that you and I saw the sullen garden through that cold opening, and we picked the apple from that branch, everyone
is afraid , everyone is afraid, but you and I are afraid of the lamp, and We joined the water and the mirror and we were not afraid, we are not talking about the weak bond of two names and hugging in the old papers of the same notebook, we are talking about my happy hair with the burnt anemones, your kiss and the intimacy of our bodies in the freshness and the brilliance of our nakedness, like the scales of fish in the water, we are talking about the silver life of the song that sings at the dawn of the little fountain, we are in that green forest, a night of wild rabbits , and in that anxious sea of cold blood.From the shells full of pearls and in that strange mountain of the conqueror, we asked the young eagles what to do. Everyone knows, everyone knows that we have entered the cold and quiet sleep of Simorghan We have found the truth in the garden, in the shameful gaze of an anonymous flower and survival in an indefinite moment when two suns stared at each other, there is no talk of whispering in the darkness, it is about the day, the open windows , the fresh air , the stove in which the things burn, and the land that burns. The other ship is fertile, and birth, evolution and pride are the words of our lovers hands who have built a bridge of the message of perfume, light and breeze over the nights, come to the meadow, come to the great meadow and call me from behind the breaths of the silk roses, as well as the deer whose pair is filled with veils of hidden hatred , and the innocent pigeons
look down at the ground from the heights of their white tower.
