Saturday, June 12, 2004

estou com saudades do ossanha:(



I am depressed, O so depressed.

I go to the porch and extend my fingers

Over the taut skin of night.

The lamps that link are dark, O so dark.

No one will introduce me to the sunlight

Or escort me

To the sparrows' gathering.

Commit flight to memory,

For the bird is mortal.



Forugh Farrokhzad





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