Hamidreza

“A Song

I wish you were here, dear,
I wish you were here.
I wish you sat on the sofa
and I sat near.
The handkerchief could be yours,
the tear could be mine, chin-bound.
Though it could be, of course,
the other way around.

I wish you were here, dear,
I wish you were here.
I wish we were in my car
and you'd shift the gear.
We'd find ourselves elsewhere,
on an unknown shore.
Or else we'd repair
to where we've been before.

I wish you were here, dear,
I wish you were here.
I wish I knew no astronomy
when stars appear,
when the moon skims the water
that sighs and shifts in its slumber.
I wish it were still a quarter
to dial your number.

I wish you were here, dear,
in this hemisphere,
as I sit on the porch
sipping a beer.
It's evening, the sun is setting;
boys shout and gulls are crying.
What's the point of forgetting
if it's followed by dying?”
― Joseph Brodsky

“But always when I was without a book, my soul at once became disturbed, and my thoughts wandered.”
― Saint Teresa of Avila

“الدين يلم الشملَ أَم يفرِّق؟”
― عبد السلام إبراهيم, عرش الديناري

“...kind of kid who seems to be always shaking hands with trouble.”
― William Kent Kruger