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“می دانی؟

یک وقت هایی باید

روی یک تکه کاغذ بنویسی

تـعطیــل است!

و بچسبانی پشت شیشه ی افـکارت

باید به خودت استراحت بدهی

دراز بکشی

دست هایت را زیر سرت بگذاری

به آسمان خیره شوی

و بی خیال ســوت بزنی

در دلـت بخنــدی به تمام افـکاری که

پشت شیشه ی ذهنت صف کشیده اند

آن وقت با خودت بگویـی :

بگذار منتـظـر بمانند !”
― حسین پناهی

“خسته ام از آرزو ها، آرزو های شعاری
شوق پرواز مجازی، بال های استعاری

لحظه های کاغذی را، روز و شب تکرار کردن
خاطرات بایگانی، زندگی های اداری

آفتاب زرد و غمگین، پله های رو به پایین
سقفهای سرد و سنگین، آسمان های اجاری

با نگاهی سر شکسته، چشم هایی پینه بسته
خسته از در های بسته، خسته از چشم انتظاری

صندلی های خمیده، میز های صف کشیده
خنده های لب پریده،گریه های اختیاری

عصر جدول های خال، پارک های این حوالی
پرسه های بی خیالی، نیمکت های خماری

رونوشت روز ها را، روی هم سنجاق کردم
شنبه های بی پناهی، جمعه های بی قراری

عاقبت پرونده ام را، با غبار آرزو ها
خاک خواهد بست روزی، باد خواهد برد باری

روی میز خالی من، صفحه ی باز حوادث
در ستون تسلیت ها، نامی از ما یادگاری”
― قیصر امین‌پور, گل‌ها همه آفتابگردانند

“There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep Sea, and music in its roar:
I love not Man the less, but Nature more,
From these our interviews, in which I steal
From all I may be, or have been before,
To mingle with the Universe, and feel
What I can ne’er express, yet cannot all conceal.”
― Lord Byron, Childe Harold's Pilgrimage

“In heaven, all the interesting people are missing.”
― Friedrich Nietzsche

“It's not radical Islam that worries the US -- it's independence”
― Noam Chomsky

“You've gotta dance like there's nobody watching,
Love like you'll never be hurt,
Sing like there's nobody listening,
And live like it's heaven on earth.”
― William W. Purkey

“There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.”
― Shel Silverstein, Where the Sidewalk Ends

“If it falls to your lot to be a street sweeper, sweep streets like Michelangelo painted pictures, sweep streets like Beethoven composed music ... Sweep streets like Shakespeare wrote poetry. Sweep streets so well that all the host of heaven and earth will have to pause and say: Here lived a great street sweeper who swept his job well.”
― Martin Luther King Jr.

“Steal from anywhere that resonates with inspiration or fuels your imagination. Devour old films, new film, music, books, paintings, photographs, poems, dreams, random conversations, architecture, bridges, street signs, trees, clouds, bodies of water, light and shadows. Select only things to steal from that speak directly to your soul.”
― Jim Jarmusch

“A happy birthday is measured not in the amount of gifts one gets, but in the amount love one receives.”
― Todd Stocker

“And do you think that unto such as you
A maggot-minded, starved, fanatic crew
God gave a secret, and denied it me?
Well, well—what matters it? Believe that, too!”
― Omar Khayyâm, Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám