Daily Diary

The wind is blowing in the alley
This is the beginning of destruction
The wind was blowing on the day your hands were destroyed
Dear stars
Dear cardboard stars
When lies start blowing in the sky
How else can one take refuge in the verses of the apostles with a broken head?
We will meet like the dead of thousands of years and then
The sun will judge the decay of our bodies
Let us believe
Let us believe in the beginning of the cold season
Let us believe in the ruins of the gardens of imagination
In the overturned idle sickles
And the imprisoned seeds
Look at the snow that is falling
Forough Farrokhzad