Behind the Red Line of the Songs The Missing City In Smoke The narrator of my wounded nostalgic memories of the day The full -fledged and waiting waiting for the vain and the absurd and the impossible Waiting for you to travel again on the north road Yogurt doesnt know one of those two canaries
I am full of my half -finished dreams. closes my eyes and let me remember your perfume until we may travel again on the road to the world Judden Imagine I can still be on the road to a brochure Still imagining the remaining engine in the chest A scrap arrow is sleeping on the highway
I would pass through my childhood I wish I could be repeated again
In the crossing of Laleh Zar Street Laleh Zar I wish we could always stay baby Read the cousin again The Glass Lemonade of the Lavash Leaf The King of the King Daddy Nun didnt write in the office Her dreams
The National Alley of a dead man who frozen her clock thirty years ago does not know what the world is going to come The national alley of a man in the old coat of the horn Return to the good day of the Naderi Café The stars twinkle. Do you remember for the lonely night?
