One of us stayed and one of us left, our world was divided into two parts , one alone in his soil , one went to exile, one of
us fell from the cage, one asked and could not look at the sea, but he was on his way and did not know that the two ambiguous futures were a summer without the sun, the same season when our dreams collapsed like an army
.
Someone is still praying
[Abi and Googoosh] , you and your photos of yesterday and me, the poets of this notebook, were left in nostalgia, we were born under the ashes , but we did not know this world, what we were going to do, we would have lost the game . One of us traveled alone all his life and in formation, he didnt know that he left himself behind when a feeling in his heart tells him to go back
.
We were born, but we didnt know this world, what we were going to do, we were going to lose the game.
