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I Lived, I Loved

پاییز که می‎شه دلم می‎گیره.

پاییز شباش دلگیره، خیلی!

یه آهنگ حال خوب کن بذارم؟ قدیمی ولی فوق‎العاده؟

اگه انگلیسی بلد نیستین هم فارسیش رو سرچ کنید. خودم وقت ندارم، وگرنه ترجمه خوب تحویلتون می‎دادم!

Beyonce - I was here

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  • شنبه ۱۰ آذر ۹۷

On Loneliness

When it happened, I was not any part of it. I knew about it all, but I didn't have anything to do with it. Did it make me guilty? Was there anything to be guilty of? I honestly don't know anymore.

From the early years of my childhood, I knew I had an urge to be utterly perfect. To be outstanding, to be a shining star above all else. And guess what: I was good, I was really great, but never perfect.

That's the tragedy of my life. I'm not in search of the impossible, I know how far-fetched that dream is. But I wanted something to be proud of; something to be excellent at. And I never had it.

What was I saying? Huh, I can't even keep my mind together to write a few lines anymore. I used to be really good at it, though.

I fell like Icarus. Just before I touched the sun, right before I could feel its scorching heat, right before I could touch it. I fell so hard, but not to the earth. I fell into an ocean so deep I could never come out of.

It did feel strange at first.I knew nothing of the dangers waiting for me. I was out of place, I didn't fit in; but I hadn't died yet and so i had to make it work. I had to adjust, to adapt. I tried. To get to know what was unknown to me, to see the things I couldn't see before,fpr I was blinded by the eye of the heaven.

I looked almost as if I were a part of it, I smelled like seaweed, I swam like the small golden fish that I was. But it was all a big almost. A really big thing on my forehead telling me that I was a stranger everytime I looked in the mirror. A big brand of difference, of not understanding, and of not belonging in the depth.

I came from the height. I came from warmth, from love, and I had to dwell in the darkness for the rest of my life.

I persisted on putting everything behind me. On forgetting who I was before. It didn't work out; It never does.

So little by little, by the small waves and the broken pebbles, I guided myself near to the shore. I tried to go back and find fragments of who I used to be. They were lost in the cracks of the life I could never live.

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  • جمعه ۲۰ مهر ۹۷

Macbeth, Act 1, Scene1

ACT I  SCENE I  A desert place.  
[Thunder and lightning. Enter three Witches]
First Witch When shall we three meet again
In thunder, lightning, or in rain?
Second Witch When the hurlyburly's done,
When the battle's lost and won.
Third Witch That will be ere the set of sun.  
First Witch Where the place?
Second Witch Upon the heath.
Third Witch There to meet with Macbeth.
First Witch I come, graymalkin!
Second Witch Paddock calls.  
Third Witch Anon!
ALL Fair is foul, and foul is fair:
Hover through the fog and filthy air.
[Exeunt]

مجلس یکم

(تندر و آذرخش. سه خواهر جادو وارد می‎شوند)

جادوی یکم: کدامین گاه دیگربار خواهد بودمان دیدار

                 به تندرکوب و رخش‎انداز و باران‎بار؟

جادوی دوم: بدان هنگام کاین آشوب بنشیند

                 شکست آید یکی را،دیگری روی ظفر بیند

جادوی سوم: و پیش از آن که خورشید از افق دامن فرو چیند.

جادوی یکم: به کدامین بود _ باشستان؟

جادوی دوم: به خارستان.

جادوی سوم: برای دیدن مکبث.

جادوی یکم: صدای گربه‎ی خاکستری برخاست.

جادوی دوم: آواز وزغ آمد.

جادوی سوم: رسیدم،های!

همگی: چه زشت است زیبا، چه زیباست زشتی.

           بگردیم در میغ، دود پلشتی.

(در مه پنهان می‎شوند)

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  • چهارشنبه ۲۲ فروردين ۹۷
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