e hed fool of marveless knew aydeas, ease mai kus ov sofferin.

دلم می خواد که خونه ام رو از نور و شور و رقص و پایکوب پر بکنم

I am not sure what is going on in my mind, but I suddenly found a stiking similarity between the word 'substitute' and 'prostitute'.

- Bless me.

The beauty of these sleepless nights is in the glory of the genuine effort, one commits to thrive and cherish the dignity of a responsible, productive and prosperous life.

Write her a letter. ;) :D

It's good to know that you are still in. The question is, 'where you go next?'

…I’d leave them all, and head for sailing.

Luciano Pavarotti was my second Italian love.

The buried life - Matthew Arnold

But often, in the world's most crowded streets,
But often, in the din of strife,
There rises an unspeakable desire,
After the knowledge of our buried life;
A thirst to spend our fire and restless force
In tracking out our true, original course;
A longing to inquire
Into the mystery of this heart which beats
So wild, so deep in us - to know
Whence our lives come and where they go.
And we have been on many thousand lines,
And we have shown, on each, spirit and power;
But hardly have we, for one little hour,
Been on our own line, have we been ourselves -
Hardly had skill to utter one of all
The nameless feelings that course through our breast,
But they course on forever unexpressed.
And long we try in vain to speak and act
Our hidden self, and what we say and do
Is eloquent, is well - but 'tis not true.

Only - but this is rare -
When a beloved hand is laid in ours,
When jaded with the rush and glare
Of the interminable hours,
Our eyes can in another's eyes read clear,
When our world deafen'd ear
Is by the tones of a loved voice caresss'd -
A bolt is shot back somewhere in our breast,
And a lost pulse of feeling stirs again,
The eye sinks inward and the heart lies plain,
And what we mean we say, and what we would, we know.

I am lucky!..
I am happy.

I'll make it work!.. ;) :P :D

Pain.
Hope.
Agony.
Joy.

Agitation!..
and a thousand more stories you never hear. I never tell.

If I were to truly live

Fantastic!.. :) :D I love to see it. ;) :P

P.S. I have written a short poem-like note for you, in English. If you like to hear it, you have to come here!.. ;) :P I like to see those eyes, when you are reading it. ;) :D xoxoxo…

P.S. Take care. xoxoxo...

علی،

کامنت ساده و صمیمیت - که در بلاگ محمد نوشته ای - خیلی شیرین به دلم نشسته. ممنونم. یک دنیا

He says ‘you have a gentle and attractive smile’. Think wild and naughty. Your answer is hidden in that ‘g’ and ‘a’.

Call me, if want me to explain it further. :)

They say, 'a well-directed imagination is the source of great deeds.' Well.., I need it. The well-directed imagination, I mean.

Wish me luck. It's an once in a lifetime opportunity. I love the job and it fits well with the overall picture.

AGREED!.. and you are right!.. ;) :P There is a strange quality about Greeks that fascinates me.

IDEALS without IDEOLOGY.

I'll soon come to see you, if I get this job. (or maybe you can surprise me before that. ;) :P :D) Take care and wish me luck.