ماه: نوامبر 2018

آخرین شبی که دیدمش . آخرین شبی که دیدمش . آخرین شبی که دیدمش . آخرین شبی که دیدمش . آخرین شبی که دیدمش . آخرین شبی که دیدمش . آخرین شبی که دیدمش . آخرین شبی که دیدمش . آخرین شبی که دیدمش . آخرین شبی که دیدمش .
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Later that night after i ate a delicious chicken and spinach meal , i was resting my arm on the wooden bridge’s fence and smoking a cigarette. The taste of the cigarette was remarkably good and i wasn’t sure if it was due to its quality or just this humid rainy weather made it that wonderful. Then i saw three females coming my way . Two of them passed me and i considered them as great annoyance to my majistic moment . The last one was called Maryam and was brutally beautiful. As she was passing by me she whispered: ” I wish i had a cigarette.” And then she passed and joined her friends . My glorious smoking session was turned into a misery of thoughts. The silence afterwards was not innocent . I was played fool by my Libido again

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Driving my freakin old car on Jomhouri Street . It’s actually the first time that I’m driving in a rainy night this year. My cigarettes were finished last night so the craving made me quit my cave . My mind is completely off the line . My inner voice stronger than ever talking to me , showing me pictures as I’m trying to focus on my driving. These nights are sad you know ? It was all happening simultaneously when a rain drop hit the tip of my cigarette . *jeeeeeeeezzzzzz* my cigarette went off

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برای سفری کوتاه به اطراف دشت‌ارژن رفته بودیم . حول و حوش ساعت ۸ شب در مسیر بازگشت به شیراز بودیم . بسیار سرحال و خوش در حالی که دلستر بالتیکا می‌نوشیدیم جاده را گز می‌کردیم . دورنمای شیراز را با نقطه‌های نوری که در تاریکی می‌درخشیدند تشخیص می‌دادیم . ناگهان آسمان شیراز را نوری انفجاری پر کرد . و سپس قارچی از آتش در برابر دیدگان ما شکل گرفت .
امواج صوتی و حرارتی داشت به سمت ما می‌آمد . ما مرده بودیم . ما قطعا مرده بودیم .