And I Hope...

I’ve come back... I’ve come back because I needed to...

So many things have happened... Things that shouldn’t have happened... So many problems... And I need to fix them... I don’t think it would be that simple... It’s not simple at all... And I don’t hope much that my coming back will help with this... But I’ll just test it...

And I’m sure in time I will change everything, to what they should be! It needs time... Needs suffering... But after all I will do it... I need my back to be warm... And that’s the only thing I need...

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Any way... In this blog I will write about art, but specially the Music. Book, Film and other things would be my subjects sometimes... But I allocate most of my time on what I really know about... Music.

As it’s obvious now, sometimes I will write in english... But originally this blog is a Persian one... Particularly in articles that need to be submitted for Iranian guys (the ones that have not been written in persian web yet) I will write in Persian...
And about Iran’s government’s action (blocking and filtering blogs) I will put one of the most powerful proxy programs with guide in a separated page for Iranians use... I know this blog will be blocked too... Soon!

As I don’t want my posts to be Very useless, I’ll put a lyric with its Persian translation for my post’s ending...

The ruin of your face

نابودی چهره ی تو

Pours down like lead tears

پائین می ریزد همچون جریان اشک...

As you sit by my side

همچنان که در پهلویم می نشینی

Confess to me your fears

از ترسهایت برایم بگو...

Drink deep the wreck of me

ویرانی مرا تا ته بنوش

My body is a funeral

بدن من یک مراسم تدفین است...

I fail to find comfort

من نتوانستم آسودگی را بیابم

In your pale cold eyes

در چشمان سرد و بی رنگ تو...

Worn loosely about me

خسته و رها در کنار من

You hang there dying off me

در حالی که به تدریج میمیری...

Deep in the misery

غرق در بدبختی ای که

Of my long arms, weeping

بازوهای بلندم به دورت کشیده، اشک می ریزی...

I cradle your tired head

من سر خسته ات را در آغوشم تکان میدهم

This moment for the keeping

باشد که این لحظه تا ابد بماند...

Her hand raised from the shadows in silence

دست او از میان سایه بالا آمد، در سکوت

Like a dying victim of a biblical plague

همچون قربانی در حال مرگی از آفت کتاب مقدس

A strange mix of innocence and horror

آمیزه ی ناآشنایی از معصومیت و وحشت

Gushed from her red rimmed and swollen eyes

بیرون زد از چشمان سرخ برجسته و متورم او

Resentment conquers sympathy and I turn my back

خشم بر دلسوزی غلبه می کند و من پشتم را به او می کنم

Her burning stare, like a minute blazing suns

نگاه سوزاننده اش، همچون خورشید مشتعلی کوچک

Roars into the back of my head

بر پشت سرم می خروشد

And I simply move away

و من به سادگی ناپدید می شوم...

I will sing you this song of

من خواهم خواند برایت این ترانه ی

All my pain, so listen

تمام دردهایم را، پس گوش بسپار

Great roaring, tears pouring

زجه زدن های طولانی، اشک هایی که روان اند

Down unto me from my lover

روان بر من از سوی عشقم

The winter in your soul

زمستانی که در روح توست

Has frozen me forever

مرا منجمد کرده، تا ابد...

My Body, A Funeral (From the album For Lies I Sire)
My Dying Bride
2009