سلام دوست عزیز
از بابت لینک ممنونم دوست من.من مراجعه خواهم کرد برای مطالعه وبلاگ تان.
But to where, to where does it flow? Have I seen it? Have I ever seen it roaming into the unknown sanctuaries? To where but it flows? The mind I mean, hum ... what I surely know of is when it begins to flow, the pure sound of heave emerges to the moments, the moments that hold the eternal portrait of death upon your eyes. So how could I see it? How could I possibly imagine such a dreary dream? To be in a prison - inspired by the muses of beauty to devour your last breath! Aren't we conspired by death to not see the genuine stream of our dreams? What a counterfeit is the thought of death! Isn't scenting a blossom like inhaling the never-existing pleasance of a corpse effluvium? Do we dream of anything but death? Haven't I ever felt lying on a dust mattress while touching a nude breast, or feared being forever-banned from the sunlight while gasping out of pleasure? To where does it truly flow? t'were?
Shargh!!!!!!!!!!!
khord to goshet?
ahan
khobe
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