No I can't with this poem😭💔

If I’ve killed one man, I’ve killed two
The vampire who said he was you
And drank my blood for a year,
Seven years, if you want to know.
Daddy, you can lie back now
There’s a stake in your fat black heart
And the villagers never liked you.
They are dancing and stamping on you.
They always knew it was you.
Daddy, daddy, you bastard, I’m through

You stand at the blackboard daddy
In the picture I have of you
A cleft in your chin instead of your foot
But no less a devil for that
no not any less the black man
who bit my pretty red heart in two
I was ten when they buried you
At twenty I tried to die
and get back back back to you
I thought even the bones would do
but they pulled me out of the sack
And they stuck me together with glue
and then I knew what to do
I made a model of you
A man in black
with a Meinkampf look.

برای سیلویا ritual گرفتیم نصف شبی🕯

Girls night

خیلی مراقب خودتون باشین دوستان

"Its just politics, what does it have to do with us?"

نقاشیش رو دوستم کشید شعرش رو من نوشتم. اگه الان وضعیت اینجوری نبود با ذوق بهتون توضیح می‌دادم که چرا حافظ چراغ رو بهتر از شمع دونسته؛ ولی دیگه حس هیچی نیست. فقط گفتم نشونتون بدم.🥲

به حماقت و قساوت بشری ایمان داشته باشید، پشیمان نخواهید شد.



درباره‌ی سلین
فیلیپ جیان/ محمود گودرزی

It all seems so unreal and far-fetched.
It's as if we're trapped in a terrible nightmare and we can't seem to wake up.

We'll meet again
don’t know where, don’t know when
But I know we’ll meet again some sunny day

1939 marked the start of the Second World War in Europe with the invasion of Poland by Nazi Germany. Many soldiers and other participants would leave their loved ones and hometowns to fight at the front all over the world, including throughout the British Empire. These lyrics reflect a spirit of optimism that this departure would only be temporary, and that one day, after the war ended, they would be able to indeed “meet again”

Went down the harbour and stood upon the quay
Saw the fish swimming as if they were free
Only ten feet away my dear only ten feet away
Walked through a wood saw the birds in the trees
They had no politicians and sang at their ease
They weren't the human race my dear they weren't the human race
Dreamed I saw a building with a thousand floors
A thousand windows and a thousand doors
Not one of them was ours my dear not one of them was ours
Stood on a great plain in the falling snow
Ten thousand soldiers marched to and fro
Looking for you and me my dear looking for you and me

W.H. Auden

You are forgotten as if you never existed
Forgotten like a bird's demise
Like an abandoned church, you're forgotten
Like a transitory relationship
Like a rose in the sky
Forever forgotten

-محمود درویش