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…Do you remember?!
One night, we were sitting at the edge of our home's small pool; me, you and the moon which had come as our guest. How great we feel that night that you said:
-We become like our childhood
Do you remember? I sprinkled water on you to make you open your eyes. But as if not, you liked to remain in our childhood period. You were eating plum…
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Sunday, 19 October 2008 |
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It is snowing and a heavy fog has covered the region. Crying of a baby is heard from the fog. She gathers all her powers one more time in order to rack the reversed car in the middle of wild trees of bottom of the valley. When she touches and pulls the junks of the car, her face shows the pain she suffers and she gives a cry from her heart. A vestige of blood runs in her palm but as if she doesn't pay attention to it. She is tired beside the car. In an absolute despair the car racks with a little movement of broken branches in the snow. …
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Sunday, 19 October 2008 |
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After my father's death, his inheritance to me was this red Folex which drives me forward in an endless desert.Wind is blowing; it has been hours on the desert's shingle that I move forward in a narrow road with the length of two tire lines. When I am completely in the middle of the desert, suddenly a traffic light becomes red.I don't know who has installed this traffic light here in the desert?
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Sunday, 19 October 2008 |
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While the sea is stormy a coast-live woman knows well that in an unequal duel, a man will fight with the destiny singly.
It is hailing and wave rises after wave. The woman, alone, is looking at the sea where the coast and the sea meet and looking for a small sign in the sea's dark and vague space to resurrect the hope in her heart. The last woman of neighbor with a lantern in her hand left her...
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Sunday, 19 October 2008 |
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My little 4-years old daughter knows the rainbow well. Doodle walls of the house are the best sign to say that she loves painting. Every where in the house is full of her doodle poems and amorous account of the universe which is called childhood. One day she, with her red cheeks, seated me beside herself and
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