آهو نمیشوی بدین جستوخیز، گوسِپند
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آهو نمیشوی بدین جستوخیز، گوسِپند |
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Sunday, January 15, 2006 ,My dear Simone After you, red is no longer red The blue of the sky is no longer blue The trees are no longer green ..... After you, I have to search for colors in the yearning I have for us After you, I miss even the pain that made our love timid and secret ..... I regret the waiting, the relinquishing the coded messages our stolen glances in a world full of blind people who didn't want to see Because if they'd seen us we'd have been their shame their hatred their cruelty ..... I regret I haven't yet had the courage to ask your forgiveness And that is why I can no longer even look inside your window That is where I always saw you when I didn't know your name ..... And you dreamed of a better world A world where a tree was not forbidden to be a tree or for blue to become the sky ..... I don't know if this is a better world Now that no one calls me "davide" anymore "Now that everyone calls me only "Mr. Veroly ..... ?How can I say this is a better world ?How can I say that without you . . . "Facing Windows"
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