Misoka

Thursday’s meteor

Sunday’s shadow

12 years ago

12 years later

Winter's beginning

Autumn's mid

Here is the east;

Far or middle

Here is the sun;

Noon or morning

12 years later

12 years ago

In a week

I’m here to see you

I've come to hear

to understand

I’m here for you

In seven days I’ll be there

Chasing after you

Feeling that scent;

Smell of lights, leaves, dirty hands touch

I’m coming after you

I can’t fly as high as you

But I will stay at your traces

I can’t sing as lively as you

But I will call you as loud as I can

I’ll be there in a week

I’m chasing after you

* Misoka: Last day of the month, person who was born on that day,

one of the songs of Spitz

05.05.2013

Wind

Dreaming about dandelions,

bubbles

leaves

Dreaming about being dust;

Here is a stone fallen in love with the wind

07.05.2013

Love

Every minute in different shape

even shapeless, curve

dark or bright, white or grey

far far away! seems near

thin or thick

sometimes invisible

streaky, knotty, fibrous

sometimes shines, sometimes rains

noon or morning,

sunrise or sunset,

in various colors

High you

Soft you

Light you

If I had you

in some spring day

I would free you

Take wing!

my cloud!

my love!

17.05.2013

Take me

Here is the wind

Here is the wave

I want this wind to blow me

I want this wave to take me

But

I’m not here

Not soft,

not light,

not water,

not air,

I’m not here at all

I want it more than ever

I want it!

.

.

.

Want this voice to take me.

07.05.2013

Sarasara

This is sea

blue water

But this wind is coming from among leaves

trembling , repeating

smells like smoke

blue smoke

scent of fire

picnic

holiday’s night

This is sea

blue forest

white winds

Again:

rain

fever

gentle light

letters

and answers

Singing you:

“Just stay by my side, until I fall asleep!”

We are in deepness

This is sea

drawing

dancing

growing

smokes not fading

* Sarasara is one of the songs of Spitz

05.05.2013

Yoru wo kakeru

Squeezes voice through my body and sells are breathing

Spreadeagled arms, closed eyes: I’m floating

Fresh and sunny

bright and blue

Drowning in endless space of that chest

I've been brought here:

Summer …

… and a child!

Wide wheat fields

Blows wind

Ears feeling themselves

in touch with others;

Waving, whispering

Sun is yellow, life is today:

Not-passed childhood

My heart is me;

Not knowing the meaning

.

.

.

These days, empty lands missing that eyes

Blue, misses that child

No more there

half-washed clay-made walls

Even now

every clear sunny dream, wears that sky

…

Made me hate all I loved,

beautiful worlds selfish people

I loved that summers,

that child

I had come to love you all.

* Yoru wo kakeru is one of the songs of Spitz

24.05.2013

Lung

This is four months now

You have became part of my life

I feel you

I feel you inside becoming me

Breathing with you, becoming you;

Lively part of mine

Here are so many empty rooms

Fill me! Fill them!

Spread wings!

It's not a cage!

23.05.2013

Once

It’s useless to look for that light in the sky

to search among the stars for that one

Meaningless to find sand of your songs,

in any beach, even Sahara

Useless to being under shower of the rain;

This clouds won’t splash that one

I’m crying… thinking

Even if I can’t see that image;

At least I can hear that words

I know, I believe:

One day I will find my music

Even if I’m a mute word now,

someday

I will become one of the words of that song

I know, I believe

once I will enter that world.

18.05.2013

Trabant

Galaxy…

On a slide of bright grains...

Our laughter are echoing endlessly...

Here we are going

just straight forward

as we can

Your hands warmth is enough for my heart

Shines of your smile will show the road

Endlessly straight forward…

Not because we have lost the way;

Just because love is limitless

Because I wanted to trust your heart

for finding my courage

In looking for you,

in finding you out,

I’m looking at myself

I can see my lost dreams in you

Not because you are perfect;

Just because I can hold you in my arms

Not because this love is completed;

Just because we are going to rise it

So we are floating among stars

on a slide of bright grains.

* Trabant is title of one of the songs of Spitz.

25.05.2013

Once upon a time

Once upon a time

There was a dark empty room

For a long time

no window, any door

Passing days and nights

nights and days

.

.

.

At last once

one bitter truthful day

no where to go

any where to stay

I faced it; Entered it

washed with tears,

cleaned and stayed

After seasons…

once in winter

In search for a little excuse of living,

shined a gentle light

A floating bright leaf,

came to me

to trembling hands of mine

It became a star;

A window for that room

A little star is giving bright

to a dead sun

I wish a yellow wild flower for that window

Welcome to my heart;

To this life!

23.05.2013

الان چهاره

یه ربع به سه، سه. دیگه صداها کم کم قطع می شن. آدما می رن خونه هاشون واسه نهار و استراحتِ بعد از ظهر.

من آفتابِ این موقع رو دوست دارم. الان اسفند ماهه اما، تابستونش رو هم دوست دارم. این موقع مغازه ها بستن ولی من دلم می خواد برم تو خیابون بگردم. ساکته. همیشه چیزی برای شنیدن هست. چیزی برای دیدن. می تونی سرتو بلند کنی و رنگ آسمونو تماشا کنی. این موقع رو دوست دارم. وقتی خلوته و خیابون فرصت داره که خودش باشه. این موقع می تونی بفهمی که این جا درخت هم هست، پل هم هست. می شه رنگ های جدولو دید. مغازه ای رو که هر روز از جلوش رد می شی، اسباب بازی های تو پارک رو، صندلی ها و خاک رو.

حتی هیاهوی گنجشک ها هم این وقت دیگه تموم شده؛ اونام آروم این ور و اون ور می پلکن.

اما به زودی، بعد از چهار و نیم، دوباره صداها بلند می شه. بوغ و قان قان و فحش کاری. بدو بدویی که تو رو دورمی کنه از آرامشی که دنبالش می دویی. یا شاید خودت هم نمی دونی که دنبالِ چی می دویی؟ اما می دویی و فکرمی کنی همه راهتو بستن و جات تنگ شده.

من سکوتو دوست دارم.

هیاهو رو هم؛... اما نه از این نوع.

20.02.2013