tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61026492011-04-22T01:19:43.546+04:30A Selfologist Against HimselfehsOnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537831380947724446noreply@blogger.comBlogger2951100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102649.post-1143987546757866172006-04-02T17:41:00.000+03:302006-04-02T17:49:07.850+03:30ehsOnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537831380947724446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102649.post-1143823597723275992006-03-31T20:12:00.000+03:302006-03-31T20:16:37.723+03:30Sean kenny has written it:"Hi thereI've just come across this blog posting. It's late here and I'm tired, too tired to write a reply. I think you've got me all wrong and I'd like the chance to explain why. But please, read the finished article, see what you think, I would like to hear.Best wishesSean"I'm also interested to see how did you write and reflect on it, so please send me your article toehsOnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537831380947724446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102649.post-1143802565763066352006-03-31T14:06:00.000+03:302006-03-31T14:26:05.776+03:30Mohammad Hossein, the one to whom I owe alot and what I really like about him is his challenges:"i thought has anyone of my school teachers ever seen me in her/his dreams? have i been in their night lives? i am thinking that i do not like the places that do not have day life and night life both together, the places that accept the people only at days or only at nights and are empty and closed in ehsOnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537831380947724446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102649.post-1143801291578813552006-03-31T13:11:00.000+03:302006-03-31T14:04:51.633+03:30I was in yazd or I am in yazd!!ehsOnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537831380947724446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102649.post-1143057836086328872006-03-22T23:25:00.000+03:302006-03-22T23:42:06.536+03:30I don’t like to talk about school as I did hereSchool is a thinking which has it’s own eyes for watching and his own ears for hearing.What’s irritating is his eyes doesn’t shine, it’s all dull, it’s "fall off the wall"! it’s a pre eyes not a looking seeking eyes, if it explores it doesn’t seek for a great grace of a boy staring at water, or a shiny sparkly eyes of a discovery of a whisper!What ehsOnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537831380947724446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102649.post-1142670025013458822006-03-18T11:36:00.000+03:302006-03-18T11:50:25.023+03:30I've never been in a place as complex as schools, as chaotic as schools, as disparing as schools, as interesting as schools, as challenging as schoolsteaching, learning, living, acting, cheating, doing, going, coming, opening, closing, leaving, watching, looking, gazing, staring...running but the most questioning challenge and challenging question for me is " who is school?!" is there anything inehsOnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537831380947724446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102649.post-1142447507044353552006-03-15T21:57:00.000+03:302006-03-15T22:01:47.066+03:30“If Iran persists in their proud and stubborn ways, if they harden their heart against all reason, Iran will provoke the EU to contain the situation to keep Israel restrained. The EU rapid response to Iran's nuclear jihad will be a new crusade.David Ben-ArielThought you might be interested. ”How can I “might be interested” when such an aggressive words without even knocking the door and without ehsOnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537831380947724446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102649.post-1141974738099236852006-03-10T10:38:00.000+03:302006-03-10T10:42:18.100+03:30QuranehsOnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537831380947724446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102649.post-1140792232577049172006-02-24T18:08:00.000+03:302006-02-24T18:13:52.586+03:30Tehran, todayehsOnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537831380947724446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102649.post-1140681242856454572006-02-23T11:22:00.000+03:302006-02-23T11:24:02.870+03:30I believe that a journalist makes the news rather than simply and neutrally trying to just deliver the “real” newsWell how?!!I was reading your comment on having the interview, I was wandering several times on your language and on the way you were expressing yourself , after I started to write I wrote the sentence above and I found myself on a point were I could feel what am I talking about!WhileehsOnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537831380947724446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102649.post-1134207841570920362005-12-10T13:01:00.000+03:302005-12-10T13:14:01.580+03:30I can't see far away in the sky buldings are hiding and seems that the air is grey, well all of us are saying it's polluted and seems also that people are waiting for a rain or even a wind,while I'm writing this I'm thinking, although mom and dad are talking about the air and although freinds are seems so concern on the issue, and although schools went off for 5 days and news are all about how ehsOnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537831380947724446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102649.post-1133891361932850742005-12-06T20:53:00.000+03:302005-12-06T21:19:22.010+03:30In my comments :"I'm an italian boy and I know only one thing about your country: the lack of freedom. And the reason of this blog is the aggregation of all your words. Me and others will publish here your important messages to make you know in Italy. If you want to partecipate in this instrument of freedom, you can write a comment here with the link of your blogs.You give us your words and we ehsOnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537831380947724446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102649.post-1123788819990319992005-08-11T23:56:00.000+04:302005-08-12T00:03:39.996+04:30lovely shiraz, lovely persopolice, on my back you can see the Iran's blue sky and the walls of takht e jamshid( persopolice) the whole trip was awsome!ehsOnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537831380947724446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102649.post-1108325938163262972005-02-13T23:48:00.000+03:302005-02-13T23:48:58.163+03:30behind a tree, beyond a treeehsOnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537831380947724446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102649.post-1108325703038661292005-02-13T23:45:00.000+03:302005-02-13T23:45:03.036+03:30here is so old so it's so wise! don't come in here questions have different answer!! ehsOnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537831380947724446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102649.post-1108241042702607172005-02-12T23:36:00.000+03:302005-02-13T00:14:02.703+03:30A friend of mine and I were out for 2 times, with our camera, trying to capture our reflections in outside! I mean trying to shoot and find something intresting, some of them you saw here,after taking about 200-300 photos I asked dad to come here on the screen and see them, I was watching him when he was watching the computer and seeing my pix, he didn't show any sort of inthusiasm or intrest, ehsOnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537831380947724446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102649.post-1108107614771596102005-02-11T11:10:00.000+03:302005-02-11T11:10:14.770+03:30What's going on above my head when the snow is all over around!ehsOnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537831380947724446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102649.post-1108107481041551822005-02-11T11:08:00.000+03:302005-02-11T11:08:01.043+03:30I really like it! I really like the old pine, that knows everything and understand every thing!ehsOnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537831380947724446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102649.post-1108107302545392812005-02-11T11:05:00.000+03:302005-02-11T11:05:02.546+03:30try it!ehsOnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537831380947724446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102649.post-1108107262566258692005-02-11T11:04:00.000+03:302005-02-11T11:04:22.566+03:30I wish I could fly ehsOnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537831380947724446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102649.post-1108107170136898792005-02-11T11:02:00.000+03:302005-02-11T11:02:50.136+03:30a mosque in tehran, I was out with my camera in a snowy dayehsOnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537831380947724446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102649.post-1107195909086162712005-01-31T21:46:00.000+03:302005-01-31T21:55:09.086+03:30Nothing but I got a camera
it's canon and I like it, it's not as usable as I dreamed before I got, just because I don't have any bag for it, and I scare about breaking,
it's digital, this makes me feel free on shooting, but still shooting on people ?!! I'm not free, and still shooting every where?! I'm not free( I said about bag)
then again : nothing but I got a camera
it's canon and I....
ehsOnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537831380947724446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102649.post-1103555988510977852004-12-20T18:49:00.000+03:302004-12-20T18:49:48.510+03:30flightehsOnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537831380947724446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102649.post-1103555507654171022004-12-20T18:27:00.000+03:302004-12-20T18:41:47.653+03:30I need a flight
I need it so tight
like a futher's light
like a moon's bright
in a sky's white
I need a sight
to get the height
to go up right
in my dream's kite
I need a sun's light
I need a sun's bright
I'm in fight
in day and night
with all my might
to get as much light
to be so white
I'm in fight
that's so tight
I want to climb a white
and say I'm not
in any fight
I don't want to fight
I ehsOnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537831380947724446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102649.post-1103401629527756692004-12-18T23:57:00.000+03:302004-12-18T23:57:09.526+03:30It's mine. me myself want to get deeper and more inside, I want to find myself again and againehsOnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537831380947724446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102649.post-1102882644618228352004-12-12T23:25:00.000+03:302004-12-12T23:47:24.616+03:30I saw my dad
he seemed so glad
but inside
he was so sad
it was just a glance, I was sitting aside, hearing same, my shiny little sister, was trying to break her fingers against human order! And make sounds out of 2 pieces of wood, we Iranian call Santoor.. Dad was staring and carefully listening to her, I saw him, he was laughing but I felt this time he wasn't glad enough to laugh.
I can't say "ehsOnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537831380947724446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102649.post-1102861806756762562004-12-12T17:57:00.000+03:302004-12-12T18:00:06.756+03:30nothing left,
that's why I'm here I want to seek for nothing,
nothing
nothing
ehsOnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537831380947724446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102649.post-1091689604119073312004-08-05T11:29:00.000+04:302004-08-05T11:36:44.120+04:30...Goodbye... blue sky...
ehsOnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537831380947724446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102649.post-1091470422334178352004-08-02T22:36:00.000+04:302004-08-02T23:16:52.666+04:30I really don't like to write here any more, although it's a hard decision and I feel so uncomfortable and although I don't know how long I can keep it, I'm here to say : I won't write any more
any last reflection?! ehsOnst[[at]]gmail[[dot]]com
thank you all for your tolerating me and let me to talk about what I wanted to say
thank you Fairy, thank you nazanin, thank you Mola, thank you all the ehsOnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537831380947724446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102649.post-1090784428403921182004-07-25T23:51:00.000+04:302004-07-26T00:10:28.403+04:30I've been watching a book, a book full of photos from all over my country, but close looking and exploring the nature and it's beauty, every photo had a spectacular sense placed deep in it, every photo had a fantastic journey that wanted me to join him, every photo was a symphony of colors and light gathered all in a flat paper, dancing, makes that flatness a digging depth.
these times I'm ehsOnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537831380947724446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102649.post-1090746674808096722004-07-25T13:32:00.000+04:302004-07-25T13:41:14.806+04:30I've found a way to facing my problems, my questions, my thirstiness: I will ehsOn them! Isn't a generative useful verb for me?!
I think, ehsOning problems doesn't solve them but rather ehsOn them!!?!
I know it's a bit confusing but I'm trying to break the walls, make the front visible, hard trying huh?!
ehsOnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537831380947724446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102649.post-1090660826012614752004-07-24T13:43:00.000+04:302004-07-24T13:50:26.013+04:30My color in some moment of this little tiny life witch I'm thinking about her and her beauty..
I can feel that I'm drowning, I can feel that I can't use my mind, my logic and what I called "I"...
ehsOnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537831380947724446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102649.post-1090660275794817872004-07-24T13:35:00.000+04:302004-07-24T13:41:15.796+04:30Did you ever notice that there's no special color that we exactly call it blue, there are shades of something we all can guess it's blue, we can say that some color is not blue or is , but we can't say specify a color and detach it from any others and put a mark on it: it's the blue and nothing else!..
ehsOnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537831380947724446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102649.post-1090659943213534832004-07-24T13:27:00.000+04:302004-07-24T13:35:43.213+04:30I'm still waiting, waiting for winds facing me with their softness and joy, still waiting for a new tree has the sense of nobility and beauty, waiting for a new green, a new silver and white cloud make the sun untouchable, still waiting...
how long a waiting can seems to me?, how hidden this me can be?, how far away from this hidden me I can be?!
ehsOnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537831380947724446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102649.post-1090505745980538392004-07-22T18:41:00.000+04:302004-07-22T18:45:45.980+04:30How real and alive my feelings could be! The feeling of watching a grace tree tango along the wind and shining toward facing the light of the sun, ... the point that these days crystallized in my mind and seems to me that I'm unfolding Fairy's said.
ehsOnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537831380947724446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102649.post-1090443847541099452004-07-22T01:29:00.000+04:302004-07-22T13:07:42.013+04:30I felt it:
"I am beginning to really get out of control. Jumpy with every single thing, I am on the verge of a complete break down. I am walking, not even so slowly, on the sharp edge of a blade and my flesh is scored by dozens of cuts .My heart is beating at the rhythm of thousand drums, emotions are boiling in me and it seems I am never able to let go of them. Not enough at least. My muscles ehsOnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537831380947724446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102649.post-1090410063457620082004-07-21T15:55:00.000+04:302004-07-21T16:11:03.456+04:30That's fear that makes me feel restrict, bounded and alone,
that's hurting fear who makes me not tasting the love, the crystallized eyes witch means the whole world beauty for me,
it holds me back, tells me all the time: hey! Back off, here's not your place
somebody help me! I really need it, I'm in the shadows of doubt, I'm in this fear's jail... I'm not free to live..
ehsOnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537831380947724446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102649.post-1089983166213113002004-07-16T17:23:00.000+04:302004-07-16T17:36:06.213+04:30I love walking but actually the one witch I'm alone and no one can break my "me",
I love walking when there is no aim for it,
when I feel free on walking thinking and watching,
I love walking when the home is nearby and the passerbies are unkown!
I love walking when I can relate it to patience and thought, to art and expression,
I love walking because this word is not that walking, it's ehsOnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537831380947724446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102649.post-1089968933475659342004-07-16T12:45:00.001+04:302004-07-16T17:22:19.070+04:30 I am lost,
I feel lost but this time with out any sort of disappointing or feeling down and ugly,
I feel lost but this time with out tasting a bitterness of the world, this time I feel this is the way of life and if there was no lost who could find his way?, how could "finding" proud of shaping in a meaning?,
this is the way I'm wording this world and after that I feel in prison I feel ehsOnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537831380947724446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102649.post-1089969070933067882004-07-16T12:45:00.000+04:302004-07-16T13:41:10.933+04:30ehsOnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537831380947724446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102649.post-1089748346726398102004-07-14T00:14:00.000+04:302004-07-14T00:22:26.726+04:30I got to a new and interesting point and that's the way I'm expressing myself and the thought I'm talking about has changed a lot from the beginning of writing this blog,
but what about the direction of this change?! I can't shape it exactly..
I wish I can explore more ...ehsOnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537831380947724446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102649.post-1089654953069829882004-07-12T22:21:00.000+04:302004-07-14T00:28:39.103+04:30expectation, attention,
to make you feel low and high, up and down, in this fucking damn life ,these two illusions would be enough,ehsOnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537831380947724446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102649.post-1089654602641192632004-07-12T22:16:00.000+04:302004-07-12T22:33:28.400+04:30Hey! The whole world, listen to me, I'm talking to you, just a moment,....
I wanna cry.
ehsOnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537831380947724446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102649.post-1089525064963486292004-07-11T10:13:00.000+04:302004-07-11T10:21:04.963+04:30Maybe he needs help, maybe he wants to ask something, maybe wheat are asking something, or they are both pointing somewhere?! Maybe WE need help and they are just showing it to us, the whole trees and greens green, they are all standing, they are all raising their hand to the sky?!!..
maybe ....
ehsOnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537831380947724446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102649.post-1089524103459811492004-07-11T09:42:00.000+04:302004-07-11T10:05:03.460+04:30I'm so happy, something deep inside, it really touch me, I'm thirst enough to express it but I can't find anything as much generative to do that,
it started with the morning, and the light rain exactly in summer, I was lying in my bed thinking how different the spring and fall rains are when I'm experiencing the summer one?! I was exploring my mind on this rain matter, reaching the "light and ehsOnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537831380947724446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102649.post-1089057433136579442004-07-05T23:58:00.000+04:302004-07-06T00:30:41.360+04:30Once upon a time, there was a Merlin passing me by,
told me think about your "I",
I was always asking why,
something trap me so tight,
the whole life hasn't any light,
drowning in this asking why,
expecting answers those were so dry,
she told me stop! I can't see any dye,
the journey has low and height,
just like seasons who born and die,
so I started to live the life witch I live by,
not ehsOnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537831380947724446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102649.post-1088975801536018922004-07-05T01:43:00.000+04:302004-07-05T01:46:41.536+04:30I'm back, after some searching for an un-filtered connection, after some thinking about writing, after some days of my life passing, after ...
I'm back
Fairy I found so many polar bear in my life, but how white they were?!ehsOnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537831380947724446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102649.post-1088975602209333242004-07-05T01:29:00.000+04:302004-07-05T01:43:22.210+04:30It seems so gloomy and I'm thinking why, passing this road, road to finding why, connected me to a shot on my love and her writing that I've found it some days ego, and the feeling in it and the brilliant life that I can feel over it, but these lines didn't come alone to me and they also brought this question: how long and cold these shadows of doubt could be?! I feel myself far from her and her ehsOnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537831380947724446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102649.post-1088370651768021942004-06-28T01:32:00.000+04:302004-06-28T01:40:51.766+04:30The whole blogspot is blocked in my connection from I think 1 or 2 weeks ago so it's hard to read my blog and it's comments and others who are hosted in blogspot...
I won't write till I can easily do that ...
this is my country and those who are in power think this way works ok! Maybe they are right?!, the time would be the best judge for all of us...
"...who can say where the road goes, where ehsOnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537831380947724446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102649.post-1088202710694427202004-06-26T02:46:00.000+04:302004-06-26T03:01:50.693+04:30The most painful thing in this world is a story hidden deep in my soul and cannot be unfold...
these times I want to cry, and call everyone in this world help me but it's just this shiny moon that can hear me and the stars that can watch my soul.. What would happen if I didn't have this window to watch the moon and the stars?!!
ehsOnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537831380947724446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102649.post-1088181017355977062004-06-25T20:42:00.000+04:302004-06-25T21:04:47.036+04:30Tonight, I will fly
tonight, there would be stars twinkling in the sky
just tonight, there would be shiny bright moon, lightening me and just me and tell me how light could be nice,
tonight, would be the best night in the world, the best reason to live, the best way to fly
tonight, I'm gonna think about her and her beauty right in front of the perfect moon, and tiny stars will watching my love asehsOnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537831380947724446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102649.post-1088179919747236142004-06-25T20:30:00.000+04:302004-06-25T20:41:59.746+04:30I've found this and it's great...(you should know farsi!!)
it reminds me the question who's God? This word seems so mysterious to me, I don't know who's he, I have fear, joy, I have journey, I have life, I have the world and words, but I don't know this word: God
ehsOnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537831380947724446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102649.post-1087766596463283032004-06-21T01:38:00.000+04:302004-06-21T01:53:16.463+04:30Closely look at him, the moment he's experiencing is spectacular..It's the most lovely and beautiful moment that I can imagine, it's my fantasy in life...
it's the moment of thirstiness
he's the real thirst
thirsty
photo.netehsOnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537831380947724446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102649.post-1087765635770102082004-06-20T22:37:00.000+04:302004-06-21T01:37:15.770+04:30Watching these days passing just like a river, I can just hear the sound of water facing with stones in all around, they make waves and waves goes up and down, I don't know where it comes from and where it goes after here, I can just hear the symphony of my life, love, hate, anger, sweetness, struggle, ...
ehsOnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537831380947724446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102649.post-1087571171496967352004-06-18T19:29:00.000+04:302004-06-18T19:36:11.496+04:30I was in a meeting and they were guys talking about something, every body who was talking was also moving his/her hand just beside what s/he was talking about...
I started to close my hears to what's they are talking about and just watch, closely, their hand..
hands were moving in the air and the moving was so nice up and down.. Left and right and...
can I get what they are talking about just ehsOnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537831380947724446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102649.post-1087557560396260482004-06-18T15:38:00.000+04:302004-06-18T15:49:20.396+04:30In my mind I was exploring some words and I get to "noble" and I was on a taxi and on a road and beside were trees and I love trees,
noble ...noble how wonderful this word can be....
suddenly I saw a tree, WOW! spectacular... Graceful.. No, no it was noble, absolutely noble.. I haven't seen a tree with such a nobility...
Sohrab has a poem:
words should be cleaned up... (if I'm translating it ehsOnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537831380947724446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102649.post-1087417745898228252004-06-17T00:41:00.000+04:302004-06-17T00:59:05.896+04:30It's 2-3 nights that I can't sleep and I have nightmares, looks like the bed is trying to reject me! I really don't know why, I'm trying to face some new thought that are not owned, I mean they are not mine and so they seems like scary shadows in a dark night, maybe this is a time to live the softness a sweat love... Maybe this is on my original estimate of trying to make myself far from an ehsOnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537831380947724446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102649.post-1087407262227579322004-06-16T21:58:00.000+04:302004-06-16T22:04:22.226+04:30If there is stone, if it's cold, if there is ice in all around, if the colors want to get close to black, there is also a sun and there is still a bright warm and yellow light, it's up in the sky I can easily look at it, it needs a little patience...
photo.netehsOnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537831380947724446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102649.post-1087406407296712492004-06-16T21:41:00.000+04:302004-06-16T21:50:07.296+04:30Where am I going? Up or down
where am I going? Is there anybody taking me or this is just the "I"
where am I...? Is it a coming or going?
it's an odd but the point is there is no "where" if there is a "go"...
photo.netehsOnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537831380947724446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102649.post-1087162404458259532004-06-14T01:17:00.000+04:302004-06-14T02:03:24.460+04:30The table in messy and sloppy but exactly suitable for my soul, it's an image of my mind and what's going on deep in there. It's book and it's a magazine and continues by a headphone and folders and CDs and coloring tools and markers and ... I can just see the monitors and touch the keyboard, I don't know what's the basic and found of the things and I can just see the upper ones, I can see some ehsOnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537831380947724446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102649.post-1087148798344012882004-06-13T22:05:00.000+04:302004-06-13T22:16:38.343+04:30"Spanish doll" have you ever heard it?
just flow me in my memories, my past and the future(I don't know if it's mine or not)
it reminds me the heat of a great love and a the dumpy road that I'm passing in this life and still survive against all odds,
it reminds me flying in the air with these little wings,
it reminds me days and nights walking outside, thinking about the things that were ehsOnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537831380947724446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102649.post-1087068527499458452004-06-12T23:39:00.000+04:302004-06-13T00:06:10.280+04:30I like to watch him, he looks just like a part of me, the part that I call "I can't", maybe he more looks like: "I don't want".
photo.netehsOnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537831380947724446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102649.post-1086961036054273402004-06-11T18:04:00.000+04:302004-06-11T23:24:16.756+04:30according to Gufona's last comment:
ehsOnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537831380947724446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102649.post-1086896092546324932004-06-10T23:57:00.000+04:302004-06-11T00:05:55.046+04:30Just like a piece of ice standing over the sun and watch itself lost it dignity and form as a great hard and rough part of this world.
I can't get rid of these hardly damaging sun raises get sharped at me want me to dye.
I know I should tolerate but ....
Maybe these words that I'm calling for my world are so little and limited, maybe they are not fitted to what I'm, maybe I should change them forehsOnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537831380947724446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102649.post-1086123030039938802004-06-02T01:02:00.000+04:302004-06-02T01:20:30.040+04:30There is nothing to lose,
there is no where to run,
this is me,
standing over here, gazing at the window and the bright perfect moon and it's quite white and shiny clouds surrounded it, thinking about her and her face and her brilliant eyes just like a diamond in the sky,
thinking about her and the wishes come toward me and want to fly me far from where I'm.
recalling the ehsOnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537831380947724446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102649.post-1086121895979050882004-06-02T00:58:00.000+04:302004-06-02T01:01:35.980+04:30"And the valley is quite with the snow
and the train has one more mile to go
to the station where my love will be
she waits for me
she waits for me..."
chris de burgehsOnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537831380947724446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102649.post-1085946079793511702004-05-30T23:41:00.000+04:302004-05-31T00:34:51.926+04:30I should have a Merlin too, just like king Arthur in "The sword in the stone", a life educator who can tell me more about the beauty and softness of this world the peace and the quite and the whole things in the backstage.
To show me that if there is a high there is a low and if there is a stop there is a go..
patience and Merlin?!! Any sort of link?!
ehsOnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537831380947724446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102649.post-1085943980548681122004-05-30T23:17:00.000+04:302004-05-30T23:36:20.546+04:30She looks as soft as this shot, I can feel the word soft and the world soft, the fog and the water and the young greens...
ehsOnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537831380947724446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102649.post-1085686804268192202004-05-28T00:05:00.000+04:302004-05-28T00:10:04.266+04:30uhhhhh.. Patience... The great answer to all our little questions, try it, it will work.ehsOnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537831380947724446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102649.post-1085686478534306862004-05-27T23:36:00.000+04:302004-05-28T00:04:38.536+04:30Maybe I did wrong but I really don't know. I feel guilty and wanna run away. She looks great and I know it but I don't know how can I deal with such a greatness and gracefulness, I feel lonely and tired, How can I ignore her eyes when they are shining and it's light covers the whole I have and deeply touch me, How lovely a girl could be?! She is twinkling in my heart just like a unique star in a ehsOnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537831380947724446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102649.post-1085600295896108182004-05-26T23:58:00.000+04:302004-05-27T10:30:45.003+04:30word-less perception, word-less relations, word-less world...ehsOnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537831380947724446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102649.post-1085515339191460122004-05-26T00:23:00.000+04:302004-05-26T08:56:04.503+04:30Awfully hard and unbelievable depression, I haven't ever experienced it till now in my whole life, I feel down and bad.
I'm just like a stone standing over here gazing at the wall and wanted to be a wall stone, because there should be a place with more calm and quite.
ehsOnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537831380947724446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102649.post-1085427741123873962004-05-25T00:02:00.000+04:302004-05-25T00:12:21.123+04:30My great teacher has told me to write a story, but in concrete and so touchable and she means so descriptive,
I'm thinking about stories and their flowing in our daily life,
thinking about the stories that they have filled all my mind,
stories about OTHERS and stories about MYSELF, they are real and all over around I can see them and they flow from my tongue, like a stream water rolling down,ehsOnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537831380947724446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102649.post-1085426961127854892004-05-24T23:54:00.000+04:302004-05-24T23:59:21.126+04:30Twinkle
Twinkle
little star
How I wonder what you are
Up above the world so high
Like a diamond in the skyehsOnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537831380947724446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102649.post-1085324474987893942004-05-23T19:24:00.000+04:302004-05-25T00:00:48.743+04:30Just like a stormy sea in the heart of a night, the crash sound of the angry waves wailing at you and the fears comes up toward every one of us, sitting in the boat and feel the hits of the water when it wants to turn the whole boat over, there is no light that can make the things clear, we just hear and feel, we are blind ones over there...
Or: waiting for someone so important for me, standing ehsOnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537831380947724446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102649.post-1084815937470584382004-05-17T22:08:00.000+04:302004-05-17T22:15:37.470+04:30
They are different, aren't they?!
ehsOnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537831380947724446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102649.post-1084687959437644432004-05-16T10:37:00.000+04:302004-05-16T10:45:59.596+04:30"instead of looking for the water, get more thirsty
sometime the water will come toward you like a stream"
rumi's said that involved me so much and made me fly through the inside to find so more.
I'm thirsty to be thirsty.ehsOnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537831380947724446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102649.post-1084538164673384302004-05-14T16:49:00.000+04:302004-05-14T17:06:04.786+04:30There are lots of things happening around me and definitely it shows that there are lots of things happening inside; cause I'm building the outside world through the inside.
but I can't express it, I don't know why?! I tried so much, I open up this page so more, but you know what?! It's so tough to me to express it, comes to me like a web and this huge web cannot be shown as a whole.
I wish I ehsOnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537831380947724446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102649.post-1083957294568699372004-05-07T23:44:00.000+04:302004-05-07T23:59:03.936+04:30This is for you, Gufona, any sort of inspiration? Think about it and then tell me! what does it remind you and how's the feeling, memories you had, gaze at it and live the photo!! Find your self in it!
ehsOnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537831380947724446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102649.post-1083361037225240162004-05-01T02:07:00.000+04:302004-05-01T02:13:36.576+04:30The future?!!!...
The life?!! Me??!! God?!! Universe??!!
ehsOnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537831380947724446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102649.post-1083360793440104772004-05-01T02:03:00.000+04:302004-05-01T02:09:49.076+04:30The whole process that I took for my journey, seems so hard and tough, as hard as a stone, as hard as a mountain, as untouchable as blue sky for the human without flying machine, as far as the end of a vast desert, as dark as a night without moon...
but they are just a moment, and what a moment it can be!.., if I can tolerate the moment I can get what I want.
it would be better if I call them ehsOnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537831380947724446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102649.post-1083359945174346802004-05-01T01:49:00.000+04:302004-05-01T01:53:24.030+04:30The name of photo was "The screen of my life" absolutely what I call the photo
ehsOnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537831380947724446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102649.post-1083098146406227052004-04-28T01:05:00.000+04:302004-04-28T01:14:55.810+04:30I need breathing, I need flying far from where I'm now....
ehsOnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537831380947724446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102649.post-1083042722333167212004-04-27T09:42:00.000+04:302004-04-27T09:46:16.200+04:30Now days I can say that if I gaze at a problem, what I just did is, I emphasized it and this putting stress on a problem, on something offending, on something that I think it's wrong, just made it bigger and grabs more concern on an issue that with such an attention increase itself and then it can't be solve, or, I don't know, I can't get rid of it.
I should see beyond it, see beyond it, then theehsOnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537831380947724446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102649.post-1083008362444055852004-04-27T00:09:00.000+04:302004-04-27T00:13:35.356+04:30Transformation, liberation, freedom.
change.ehsOnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537831380947724446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102649.post-1082784171322281032004-04-24T09:52:00.000+04:302004-04-24T09:57:38.653+04:30Right now I got Gmail
thank you Jason!
the honor of getting close to the first!! ehsOnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537831380947724446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102649.post-1082148232999519822004-04-17T01:13:00.000+04:302004-04-17T01:17:52.310+04:30I really wanna dye, I don't know why, but the whole life has lost it's beauty for me, I can't tolerate it any more.
I can't enjoy my journey toward the missing piece although I know that the point is going. but what the hell is this knowing??!!
I really feel pressure on my soul, I can't feel free and take it easy, so what I want is flying far from here and find something so light and new, so ehsOnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537831380947724446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102649.post-1081842673811332872004-04-13T12:21:00.000+04:302004-04-13T12:25:08.780+04:30I was about to giving up, and I felt that the whole pressure was further than I can tolerate, I felt that I'm so alone and I need some one to lie beside and whisper in her ears, but the whole world leave me alone and told me about the way that's so dark and gloomy so cold and windy, and that I should pass the way just for myself,
who cares?! This is me and this is the universe, a round universe. ehsOnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537831380947724446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102649.post-1081517825135445402004-04-09T18:07:00.000+04:302004-04-09T18:10:54.373+04:30... goodbye blue sky ...
ehsOnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537831380947724446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102649.post-1081372412890112632004-04-08T01:43:00.000+04:302004-04-09T10:00:53.983+04:30ehsOnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537831380947724446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102649.post-1081276377445382552004-04-06T23:02:00.000+04:302004-04-06T23:06:42.903+04:30I'm still waiting, waiting for new winds that turn my winter to a spring, that can grow new greens...
I'm still waiting...ehsOnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537831380947724446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102649.post-1081200589320565932004-04-06T01:59:00.000+04:302004-04-06T02:03:33.606+04:30Illusions, there are lots of them in my daily life, I had a conflict to get rid of many of them but the war is not over yet, that's because they are living exactly in the moments, in NOW, and what I've done for them was just hate them out of that moments,
I mean out of the moments I would love to overcome them and don't do them and get rid of all the shapes of them, because that was not the factehsOnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537831380947724446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102649.post-1081187712812869322004-04-05T22:25:00.000+04:302004-04-05T22:28:57.340+04:30I was thinking about the power of eyes, and I was recalling the whole process of falling in love with a girl and I found out that the point that she had, in compare with other,(I mean the first thing that made found myself in love and start the process) seems, was based on the first eye-contact, we had,
it was powerful, at a moment I found myself gazing at her eyes for too much second (out of theehsOnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537831380947724446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102649.post-1081187101358253292004-04-05T22:15:00.000+04:302004-04-05T22:18:45.390+04:30Not a good breathing, and I feel that somebody grabs my heart, seems that my heart is heavier than before, staring at the screen, thinking about what's going on in my life, pinkfloyd is singing: ...Goodbye blue sky...., remembering how lovely was some few days in my life, waiting, the waiting reminds me the patience-way that I've chosen and it's clearly against what my character was and somewhat ehsOnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537831380947724446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102649.post-1081141231278359962004-04-05T09:30:00.000+04:302004-04-05T09:34:15.013+04:30Last night I had a nightmare, in all around, where ever I was or wanted to go there was huge amount of broken glasses that really didn't let me to walk,
before sleeping I was enjoying the taste of love, I don't know where it came from but it seems that by recalling some of my memories, I was just felt the love and I told myself that there's a huge distance between tasting and feeling the common ehsOnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537831380947724446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102649.post-1080935084357865802004-04-03T00:14:00.000+04:302004-04-03T00:18:24.403+04:30Just a candle light can show me the road, because it's so much dark
ehsOnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537831380947724446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102649.post-1080934677941816252004-04-03T00:07:00.000+04:302004-04-03T00:11:38.013+04:30I really love the freedom, the getting out of this prison, the flying in this blue sky
ehsOnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537831380947724446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102649.post-1080934358742303042004-04-03T00:02:00.000+04:302004-04-03T00:06:18.856+04:30I'm dying just for a night sleeping well.
I wish God was closer than this, I wish there was somebody here near by me and listen to me and take me far away from here,
I wish I could fly.ehsOnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537831380947724446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102649.post-1080842180975829452004-04-01T22:26:00.000+04:302004-04-01T22:29:59.983+04:30Me, right now!
ehsOnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537831380947724446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102649.post-1080675654436569512004-03-31T00:10:00.000+04:302004-03-31T00:19:50.856+04:30When I think more it seems that I can't wish, it seems that I forget it, but I was a good one in wishing, WOW!!, who I was and who I'm now!??!! There are sometimes I think about Fairy, and with all I have from her( words and feelings of those words) trying to make an image or shaping a sense of her but I didn't think about wish for her.
it seems that the way I look is changing through the time .ehsOnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537831380947724446noreply@blogger.com