Time is the quantized
anamnesis of such an...

With you I'm begun,
no more a phantom...

Oh, how fragile are the soundless beauties,
Blemish brambles...

Right there
garden unfurls itself...

She always dances from the navel of her skirt!
Horizons are always very...

To: Ahmad Shamloo
I wonder...

Everyone
is going to work...

When God whispers your body
to my seizing hands...

In the middle of night I called her.
In the middle of the nightmare of daylight l...

About an hour passed
in the arms of silence...

Butterflies of poetry
forever flutter in their reflections...

We must again,
learn these mundane paths...