I love You

I love you for all the women I haven’t known
I love you for all the times in which I haven’t lived
For the scent of the wide open spaces and the smell of hot bread
For the melting snow and for the first flowers
For the innocent animals which haven’t been frightened by man
I love you to love
I love you for all the women I don’t love

Who reflects me if not you yourself-I see myself so little
Without you I see nothing but an empty space
Between those other times and today
There have been all those deaths that I have crossed on straw
I have not been able to break through the wall of my mirror
I’ve had to learn life word by word
How one forgets

I love you for all the wisdom, which is not mine
For health
I love you against everything which is only illusion
For that immortal heart over which I have no power
You think that you are doubt but you’re just reason
You are the powerful sun that rushes to my head
When I am sure of myself

Paul Eluard

 

I, an Idiot!

Welcome World!!

I’m a guy, a stupid idiot, a young lover, here in Iranian capital, Tehran. I do love to love, and to be loved!!

Yeah, you’re right, now you’re faced with a special, maybe, a special boy who loves to be all the time engaged with the platonic wings of LOVE, I mean platonic love only, honey!

I know it’s steep and harsh, but you may know it has some sort of very delicious feeling; kind of purely loving a cute girl. A cute smart lovely bright girl, I mean!

O’ Lord, I can’t help myself to abstinent from this kind of life. Help me, like before and then!!