29 Days in Ardabil

Kazem, Nir

wonderer of Nir

!

Vagabond

Pears of Sheikh Safi, and Mr.Sabouri

Hamed and Atri and Shahidgah

New dome for SKSC

Hamed in Chini-Khana

Late dinner after a session from 7 pm to 1 am.

left: Dr.Talebin(architect,superwiser), Mr.Imani(conserver and restorator of historic buildings and fabrics,adviser, great shangool), Mr.Yazdani(repairer and conserver of master works), Mr.Yousefi(archeologist) right: Mr.Moheb ali(conserver and restorator of historic buildings and fabrics) , Mr.Nedai(director of SKSC from ICCHO), Mr.Beza'at(driver)

At Work!

In a hot Agusut!

Waiting for the key

Ice pack party, and remember: when Atri Purpost to do something, she will! ;D

Dizi party after eating chicken for two weeks

A picture for a lost cup

Natives

Tourists

Hard workers, hotel lobby, 11 pm, beside a wedding party!

Weekend, barbecue in the forests

Shangool khan photogarphy

Feels good, feels bad!

We were so KHAFAN, and discussed about very important things, also in public spaces

Walking toward forest, somewhere between Ardabil and Astara

Our activity from 9 am to 8 pm for 25 days, base of SKSC, nice place for a nice job with nice people

ebian

In memorial of a great part of my life

There are too many questions
There is not one solution
There is no resurrection
There is so much confusion

And the love profusion
You make me feel
You make me know
And the love vibration
You make me feel
You make it shine

There are too many options
There is no consolation
I have lost my illusions
What I want is an explanation

And the love profusion
You make me feel
You make me know
And the love direction

You make me feel
You make me shine
You make me feel
You make me shine
You make me feel

I got you under my skin
I got you under my skin
I got you under my skin
I got you under my skin

There is no comprehension
There is real isolation
There is so much destruction
What I want is a celebration

And I know I can feel bad
When I get in a bad mood
And the world can look so sad
Only you make me feel good

I got you under my skin
I got you under my skin
I got you under my skin
I got you under my skin

I got you under my skin
I got you under my skin
I got you under my skin
I got you under my skin

And the love profusion
You make me feel
You make me know
And the love intention

You make me feel
You make me shine
You make me feel
You make me shine
You make me feel

I got you under my skin
I got you under my skin
I got you under my skin
I got you under my skin

I got you under my skin
I got you under my skin
I got you under my skin
I got you under my skin

And I know I can feel bad
When I get in a bad mood
And the world can look so sad
Only you make me feel good

re:Maddona-American Life-Love Perfusion-2003

just maybe

if i'm not ambitious

http://whc.unesco.org/

canceled flights

nothing to say
nothing to do
with a flying train

پاسخ

قطار

رفت

و

من را برد

Meymand village

on the way to Sahr-E-Babak,in a bus after 9 hours,at 3 am,Kazem in blues

between Anar and Sahr-E-Babak

intrance of Meymand

museum of meymand,in one of rooms diging in ground

panoramic view

two conservators in a Kiche

Bon at night,coming back from star party

Babak and the road between Meymand and Shahr-e-babak,watching mulberry-eaters

Those three words

We'll do it all

Everything

On our own

We don't need

Anything

Or anyone

If I lay here

If I just lay here

Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

I don't quite know

How to say

How I feel

Those three words

I said too much

They're not enough

If I lay here

If I just lay here

Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

Forget what we're told

Before we get too old

Show me a garden that's bursting into life

Let's waste time

Chasing cars

Around our heads

I need your grace

to remind me

to find my own

If I lay hereIf

I just lay here

Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

Forget what we're told

Before we get too old

Show me a garden that's bursting into life

All that I am

All that I ever was

Is here in your perfect eyes, they're all I can see

I don't know where

Confused about how as well

Just know that these things will never change for us at all

If I lay here

If I just lay here

Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

re: snow patrol-eyes open-chasing cars-2006

intro

بعضی شب ها
انسان
شاعر می شود.
امشب از آن شب هاست.

کلمات
آرام در ذهنم جاری می شوند
و جملاتی می سازند
که معنی شان
برای خودم معلوم نیست.
در این انبوه شاخ و برگ کلمات
آرام خودم را فرو می کنم
و بی هدف جلو می روم
و با صد دهان سخن می گویم.

باید چیزی بخوانم
اما هیچ
باید چیزی بشنوم
اما هیچ
باید چیزی بگویم
اما هیچ
این همان تجربه ی تکراریِ هماره تازه است.

بعضی شب ها
انسان
ظریف می شود
مثل یک چینی نازک
مثل حریر بر پوست نمناک
مثل نسیم خنک دریا

سفر
آغاز می شود.
به دوستانم سر می زنم.
به کسانی که دوستشان دارم.
به کسانی که دوستشان داشتم.
به کسانی که دوستم داشتند.
و مزه ی آشنای تلخی و شیرینی توام را
درونم تجربه می کنم.

بعضی شب ها
انسان
سکوت را نجوا می کند
و همه ی شعرهای جهان را از بر می خواند.
امشب
از آن شب هاست.