Till the leaves turn red again
Till we both are brave enough
That we dare to hold hands in broad daylight
We should keep our hands in our own pockets
Or maybe even stop seeing each other

Do you hate me? I ask.
"Not really."
Do you love me then?
"Not really."
Do you ever care about me?
"Not really."

Everything that you've ever offered me isn't real
But everything that you've ever received from me is all real

My mum was a bride
I love her umbilical cord
I didn't hear her laughing as she was a kid
People shout, I don't know why
Mummy......Jasmine...
I don't know if
sleeping ones are dead or alive ?!!!


مادرم عروس بود
من بند ناف مادرم را دوست دارم
وقتی که کودک بود
صدای خنده های مادرم را نشنیدم
نمی دانم چرا آدم ها جیغ می کشند
...مامان من.....یاسمن
نمی دانم وقتی آدم ها می خوابند
مرده اند یا زنده !!!؟

Running out of inspiration
So I take a break
Till I can run again

I do my hair blue
and nails the color of grapefruit
of both hands and foot
to embrace another upcoming calendar of Moon
I hope it will be a year of smooth

It was dark last night
When we were on the phone
Talking about the recent law reform

You complained about how it was disgracefully declined
by those people who have always despised us
I said that I wanted you to know
that you have me full-heartedly inclined
to you. Although we don't see each other often, that's fine.
We'll stay strong together, because
we have each other in mind.

Then I heard you smile.

And it starts to dawn.