یادم نمیاد اخرین باری که تو زندگیم گشنه و خسته نبودمو

the view form halfway down poem did more to make me not kill myself than any suicide prevention program

"I won't be able to write from the grave"
By Fanny Howe

I won't be able to write from the grave
So let me tell you what I love:
Oil, vinegar, salt, lettuce, brown bread, butter,
Cheese and wine, a windy day, a fireplace,
The children nearby, poems and songs,
A friend sleeping in my bed
And the short northern nights.

حوصلم که سر میره، میرم انگشتمو میکنم تو سایه ها میمالم به چشمم.