That good mood and the smell of incense and smoke and Woody Allens DVD is in my throat.
That melo music and front lip and hulu skin and silicone breast in my throat
That night, and dinner, and my Lord, and Shamloos poetry, and your wine, and your cup in my field.
That sushi and phone and mouse doll and car in my throat
Beethovens CD and painting with width
That modern dance and walking like a fish
He has a foreign accent and he hasnt read any books.
That daddy and mom said you were in my throat
That trip abroad is in my throat
I didnt see you down the street in my throat.
I put it all in my throat.
of your friendship with all the famous people and
From your photos in Dubai, Malaysia with cocktails and swimsuits
From the Intellectual Game Bottle and the Switch Party
From white poetry caused by acid and LSD
From a few plains from Aghasi and Javad Yasari
From the sensation of getting a shug with Pavarottis voice
Youve got a piano in your house.
From the guitar hanging in the kitchen
From the meditation class and the dry hand in yoga
Tell me about your hatred of the falcon and the poem Mega
From the mouth of Kajit to Gilak, Turk, and Kurdistani.
You are one Iranian, the rest are Shahristani.
You eat beef stroganoff, Im a scumbag.
Kissing your lips is the same kiss for me
Im a mixer of people who are poor and have a horse and a guard.
I am the voice of my village, this is my class.
Im a mixer of people who are poor and have a horse and a guard.
I am the voice of my village, this is my class.
My voice is not a voice, this is vomiting.
No، no
You dont see how heavy it is this time.
One day, I will be short, I will say, goodbye.
You dont see how heavy it is this time.
One day, I will lose it, I will say, goodbye, I will say
