September 22, 2007

مفت خوران


در چنین روزی عده ای باعث شدند ما سال ها از پدرم بدور باشیم. از آن عده متنفرم و بیشتر از آنانی که خود را پنهان نمودند تا جنگ تمام شود و بازگشتند و خوردند و هم چنان نیز هم.

September 11, 2007

با تو نيستم




حافظ از جور تو حاشا که بگرداند روی

من از آن روز که در بند تو ام آزادم


There is fiction in the space between
The lines on your page of memories
Write it down but it doesn't mean
You're not just telling stories

There is fiction in the space between
You and reality
You will do and say anything
To make your everyday life
Seem less mundane
There is fiction in the space between
You and me

There's a science fiction in the space between
You and me
A fabrication of a grand scheme
Where I am the scary monster
I eat the city and as I leave the scene
In my spaceship I am laughing
In your remembrance of your bad dream
There's no one but you standing

Leave the pity and the blame
For the ones who do not speak
You write the words to get respect and compassion
And for posterity
You write the words and make believe
There is truth in the space between

There is fiction in the space between
You and everybody
Give us all what we need
Give us one more sad sordid story
But in the fiction of the space between
Sometimes a lie is the best thing
Sometimes a lie is the best thing