Real teacher

یادتان باشد که به شعر، به آواز، به لیلاهایتان، به رویاهایتان پشت نکنید
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از نامه فرزاد کمانگر به دانش آموزانش- به بهانه روز جهانی معلم

Getting wasited

Tonight is a beautiful night,
Random people said hi to me on the street,
My friends came over,
and I am talking to my friend on the phone

I am not going to let the night to go to waist.
I am going to get waisted.

Home

Home is a stranger
Home is wonder
Home is exciting anxiety
Home is a smile on the street
Home is a friend
or even many of them
Home is a blend of all shapes and colors
Home is a conversation.
Hoem is acceptance.
Home is a festival, thorughout the year.
Home is a parade, throughout the day
Home is you with me

That’s all ...

Berlin Again

Berlin!

You welcomed me
You played with me
You reminded me and made me forget
You Danced with me

and then

You pushed me down
You punched me in face
Squeezed the juice out of my heart

and then

You held me up
Gave me a smile
Brushed my shoulders off
Put your Nefertiti's spell on me
And sent me home
In a peaceful chaos

Goodbye for now.
I "go home"!

Virginity

Girl: What do you have to offer me?
Boy: I am virgin in every possible sense you think. and you can enjoy breaking through all my virginities, one by one.


Came to mind when watching Juno movie. the little Canadian pregnant girl.

Irene!

the tree
across the street
is dancing
with its snapping leaves
into the mesmerizing typhoon
you sent before you

it is now me, and the tree
that are waiting
to be pulled out of our rotten roots
and be seduced into your spinning eternity.
hurricane Irene!

Berlin continues ...

Goodbye Berlin
You surprised me
You pushed me down
You pulled me up
You hammered me down
You held me up again
And now,
You are sending me home
I turn back,
and if I am not a dead man walking then
I am certainly a stronger person.


“That which does not kill us, makes us stronger”.