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bah salaaam ,aaa! avril inja chikar mikome?

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ﯾﻪ ﺷﻌﺮ ﻃﻨﺰ ﺯﯾﺒﺎ ﺍﺯ ﻋﺒﺎﺱ ﺍﺣﻤﺪﯼ.ﺁﻥ ﻛﺲ ﻛﻪ ﺑﻪ ﺩﺳﺖ ﻭﺍﻡ ﺩﺍﺭﺩﺩﺭ ﺑﻮﺭﺱ ﺩﻭ ﺻﺪ ﺳﻬﺎﻡ ﺩﺍﺭﺩﺍﻭﻗﺎﺕ ﻓﺮﺍﻏﺘﺶ ﺯﯾﺎﺩ ﺍﺳﺖﺩﻩ ﺩﯾﺶ ﺑﻪ ﭘﺸﺖ ﺑﺎﻡ ﺩﺍﺭﺩﻫﻤﻮﺍﺭﻩ ﺳﺮﯼ ﺩﺭﻭﻥ ﺳﺎﯾﺖِﺳﻪ ﻧﻘﻄﻪ ﻭ ﺩﺍﺕ ﻛﺎﻡ ﺩﺍﺭﺩ!ﺑﺮ ﺩﯾﺪﻥ ﻓﯿﻠﻢﻫﺎﯼ ﺳﯿﻤﺎﺍﻟﺒﺘﻪ ﻫﻢ ﺍﻟﺘﺰﺍﻡ ﺩﺍﺭﺩﮔﻪ ﻣﺤﻮ ﺟﻮﺍﻧﯽ ﺯﻟﯿﺨﺎﺳﺖﮔﻪ ﻛﻒ ﺑﻪ ﻟﺐ ﺍﺯ ﻗﻄﺎﻡ ﺩﺍﺭﺩ!ﻭﯾﻼﯼ ﻓﺮﺍﺥ! ﺩﺭ ﻟﻮﺍﺳﺎﻥﻛﻪ ﻣﺮﻍ ﻭ ﺧﺮﻭﺱ ﻭ ﺩﺍﻡ ﺩﺍﺭﺩﻛﺎﺑﯿﻨﺖ MDF ﻧﺪﺍﺭﺩﺍﻣﺎ ﺳﻨﺪ ﺑﻨﺎﻡ ﺩﺍﺭﺩﺁﻧﺠﺎ ﻫﻤﻪ ﺭﻭﺯﻩ ﺑﺎ ﻧﮕﺎﺭَﺵﺩﯾﻢ ﺩﺍﺭﻡ ﺩﺍﺭﺍﺩﺍﻡ ﺩﺍﺭﺍﻡ ﺩﺍﺭﺩﺩﻩ ﻣﺪﺭﻙ ﺩﻛﺘﺮﺍ ﻭ ﺍﺭﺷﺪﺍﺯ ﻛﺎﻟﺞ ﺩﺍﺵ ﻏﻼﻡ! ﺩﺍﺭﺩﺍﺯ ﺑﺲﻛﻪ ﻟﯿﺎﻗﺘﺶ ﺯﯾﺎﺩ ﺍﺳﺖﭼﻨﺪﯾﻦ ﭘُﺴﺖ ﻭ ﻣﻘﺎﻡ ﺩﺍﺭﺩﺍﻟﺒﺘﻪ ﻧﻪ ﺣﺎﺟﺖ ﺑﻪ ﺑﯿﺎﻥ ﺍﺳﺖﻛﺎﯾﻦ ﭘﺴﺖ ﻋﻠَﯽﺍﻟﺪﻭﺍﻡ ﺩﺍﺭﺩﺧﺴﺘﻪ ﺷﺪﻩ ﺑﺴﻜﻪ ﺭﻓﺘﻪ ﻋُﻤﺮﻩﻋﺰﻡ ﺳﻔﺮ ﺳﯿﺎﻡ ﺩﺍﺭﺩﺧﻮﺩ ﺍﺯ ﺍﺛﺮﺍﺕ ﺍﺳﻜﻨﺎﺱ ﺍﺳﺖﮔﺮ ﺣﺮﻣﺖ ﻭ ﺍﺣﺘﺮﺍﻡ ﺩﺍﺭﺩﺍﯾﻦ ﺷﺨﺺ ﺷﺨﯿﺺ ﺍﮔﺮﭼﻪ ﻃﺸﺘﯽﺍﻓﺘﺎﺩﻩ ﺯ ﺭﻭﯼ ﺑﺎﻡ ﺩﺍﺭﺩﺑﺎ ﺍﯾﻦ ﻫﻤﻪ ﺑﺎﺯ ﺍﻋﺘﺒﺎﺭﯼ- ﺍﺭﺗﺒﺎﻃﯽ ﺑﺎﺩﺭ ﻗﺎﻃﺒﻪ ﻧﻈﺎﻡ ﺩﺍﺭﺩﺍﺯ ﺧﯿﻞ ﺧﻮﺍﺹ ﺑﻮﺩﻧﺶ ﺭﺍﺍﺯ ﺻﺪﻗﻪ ﺳﺮ ﻋﻮﺍﻡ ﺩﺍﺭﺩﺍﺯ ﻟﻄﻒ ﺧﺪﺍ ﺑﻪ ﺍﻫﻞ ﻓﻘﺮ ﺍﺳﺖﺍﯾﻦ ﻣﻠﻚ ﺍﮔﺮ ﻗﻮﺍﻡ ﺩﺍﺭﺩﺧﻮﺍﻧﻨﺪﮤ ﺧﻮﺏ ﺣﺎﻝ ﻛﺮﺩﯼﺷﻌﺮﻡ ﭼﻘﺪَﺭ ﭘﯿﺎﻡ ﺩﺍﺭﺩ؟

AGAR ASHEGH SHODAN PAS YEKGONAH AST …DELE ASHEGH SHEKASTAN SADGONAH AST…AGAR MAH BODAM BE HARJA KEBODI,SORAGHET RO AZ KHODAMIGEREFTAM …AGAR SANG BODAM BE HARJA KEBODI,SARE RAHGOZARE TO JAMIGEREFTAM …AGAR MAH BODI BE SAD NAZSHAYAD,SHABI BAR LABE BAMAMMINESHASTI …AGAR SANG BODI BE HARJA KEBODAM,MARA MISHEKASTI ...AGE BA TO BODAN ESHTEBAHE,AGETO RO KHASTAN ESHTEBAHE,AGEASHEGHE TO BODANESHTEBAHE,AGE VASE TO MORDANESHTEBAHE,PAS BEDON KE TOGHASHANG TARIN ESHTEBAHI

ﺍﺯ ﺑﻬﺎﺭ ﭘﺮﺳﯿﺪﻡ ﻋﺸﻖ ﯾﻌﻨﯽ ﭼﻪ؟ﮔﻔﺖ:ﺗﺎﺯﻩ ﺷﮑﻔﺘﻢ،ﻫﻨﻮﺯ ﻧﻤﯽﺩﺍﻧﻢ.ﺍﺯﺗﺎﺑﺴﺘﺎﻥ ﭘﺮﺳﯿﺪﻡ :ﻋﺸﻖ ﯾﻌﻨﯽ ﭼﻪ؟ﮔﻔﺖ:ﻓﻌﻼ ﺩﺭ ﮔﺮﻣﺎﯼ ﻭﺟﻮﺩﻡ ﻏﺮﻗﻢ.ﺍﺯ ﭘﺎﯾﯿﺰﭘﺮﺳﯿﺪﻡ:ﻋﺸﻖ ﯾﻌﻨﯽ ﭼﻪ؟ ﮔﻔﺖ:ﺩﺭ ﺟﻠﻮﻩﯼ ﺭﻧﮕﺎﺭﻧﮓ ﺁﻥ ﺭﻧﮓ ﺑﺎﺧﺘﻪ ﺍﻡ .ﺍﺯ ﺯﻣﺴﺘﺎﻥﭘﺮﺳﯿﺪﻡ:ﻋﺸﻖ ﯾﻌﻨﯽ ﭼﻪ؟ﮔﻔﺖ:ﻣﺜﻞ ﺣﺮﻑﺁﺭﻭﻡ ﺑﯽ ﺻﺪﺍﺭﻭﯼ ﻗﻠﺒﺖ ﻣﯽ ﻧﺸﯿﻨﺪﻭ ﺗﻮﻧﻤﯽ ﻓﻬﻤﯽ ﮐﻪ ﮐﯽ ﺗﻮ ﺭﺍ ﺍﺣﺎﻃﻪ ﮐﺮﺩﻩﺍﺳﺖ).ﺩﮐﺘﺮ ﺣﯿﺪﺭﯼ )

ﻗﺎﻳﻘﻲ ﺧﻮﺍﻫﻢ ﺳﺎﺧﺖ، ﺧﻮﺍﻫﻢ ﺍﻧﺪﺍﺧﺖ ﺑﻪ ﺁﺏ.ﺩﻭﺭ ﺧﻮﺍﻫﻢ ﺷﺪ ﺍﺯ ﺍﻳﻦ ﺧﺎﻙ ﻏﺮﻳﺐ ﻛﻪ ﺩﺭﺁﻥﻫﻴﭽﻜﺴﻲ ﻧﻴﺴﺖ ﻛﻪ ﺩﺭ ﺑﻴﺸﻪ ﻋﺸﻖ ﻗﻬﺮﻣﺎﻧﺎﻥ ﺭﺍﺑﻴﺪﺍﺭ ﻛﻨﺪ*** . ﻗﺎﻳﻖ ﺍﺯ ﺗﻮﺭ ﺗﻬﻲ ﻭ ﺩﻝ ﺍﺯ ﺁﺭﺯﻭﻱﻣﺮﻭﺍﺭﻳﺪ، ﻫﻤﭽﻨﺎﻥ ﺧﻮﺍﻫﻢ ﺭﺍﻧﺪ. ﻧﻪ ﺑﻪ ﺁﺑﻲ ﻫﺎ ﺩﻝﺧﻮﺍﻫﻢ ﺑﺴﺖ ﻧﻪ ﺑﻪ ﺩﺭﻳﺎ - ﭘﺮﻳﺎﻧﻲ ﻛﻪ ﺳﺮ ﺍﺯ ﺁﺏ ﺑﺪﺭ ﻣﻲﺁﺭﻧﺪ ﻭ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻥ ﺗﺎﺑﺶ ﺗﻨﻬﺎﻳﻲ ﻣﺎﻫﻲ ﮔﻴﺮﺍﻥ ﻣﻲ ﻓﺸﺎﻧﻨﺪﻓﺴﻮﻥ ﺍﺯ ﺳﺮ ﮔﻴﺴﻮﻫﺎﺷﺎﻥ*** . ﻫﻤﭽﻨﺎﻥ ﺧﻮﺍﻫﻢﺭﺍﻧﺪ. ﻫﻤﭽﻨﺎﻥ ﺧﻮﺍﻫﻢ ﺧﻮﺍﻧﺪ(( : ﺩﻭﺭ ﺑﺎﻳﺪ ﺷﺪ، ﺩﻭﺭ.ﻣﺮﺩ ﺁﻥ ﺷﻬﺮ ﺍﺳﺎﻃﻴﺮ ﻧﺪﺍﺷﺖ. ﺯﻥ ﺁﻥ ﺷﻬﺮ ﺑﻪﺳﺮﺷﺎﺭﻱ ﻳﻚ ﺧﻮﺷﻪ ﺍﻧﮕﻮﺭ ﻧﺒﻮﺩ. ﻫﻴﭻ ﺁﻳﻴﻨﻪ ﺗﺎﻻﺭﻱ،ﺳﺮﺧﻮﺷﻲ ﻫﺎ ﺭﺍ ﺗﻜﺮﺍﺭ ﻧﻜﺮﺩ. ﭼﺎﻟﻪ ﺁﺑﻲ ﺣﺘﻲ،ﻣﺸﻌﻠﻲ ﺭﺍ ﻧﻨﻤﻮﺩ. ﺩﻭﺭ ﺑﺎﻳﺪ ﺷﺪ، ﺩﻭﺭ. ﺷﺐ ﺳﺮﻭﺩﺵ ﺭﺍﺧﻮﺍﻧﺪ، ﻧﻮﺑﺖ ﭘﻨﺠﺮﻩ ﻫﺎﺳﺖ*** . ﻫﻤﭽﻨﺎﻥ ﺧﻮﺍﻫﻢﺧﻮﺍﻧﺪ. ﻫﻤﭽﻨﺎﻥ ﺧﻮﺍﻫﻢ ﺭﺍﻧﺪ. ﭘﺸﺖ ﺩﺭﻳﺎﻫﺎ ﺷﻬﺮﻱﺍﺳﺖ ﻛﻪ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻥ ﭘﻨﺠﺮﻩ ﻫﺎ ﺭﻭ ﺑﻪ ﺗﺠﻠﻲ ﺑﺎﺯ ﺍﺳﺖ. ﺑﺎﻡ ﻫﺎﺟﺎﻱ ﻛﺒﻮﺗﺮﻫﺎﻳﻲ ﺍﺳﺖ، ﻛﻪ ﺑﻪ ﻓﻮﺍﺭﻩ ﻫﻮﺵ ﺑﺸﺮﻱﻣﻲ ﻧﮕﺮﺩ. ﺩﺳﺖ ﻫﺮ ﻛﻮﺩﻙ ﺩﻩ ﺳﺎﻟﻪ ﺷﻬﺮ، ﺷﺎﺧﻪﻣﻌﺮﻓﺘﻲ ﺍﺳﺖ. ﻣﺮﺩﻡ ﺷﻬﺮ ﺑﻪ ﻳﻚ ﭼﻴﻨﻪ ﭼﻨﺎﻥ ﻣﻲﻧﮕﺮﻧﺪ ﻛﻪ ﺑﻪ ﻳﻚ ﺷﻌﻠﻪ، ﺑﻪ ﻳﻚ ﺧﻮﺍﺏ ﻟﻄﻴﻒ. ﺧﺎﻙ،ﻣﻮﺳﻴﻘﻲ ﺍﺣﺴﺎﺱ ﺗﺮﺍ ﻣﻲ ﺷﻨﻮﺩ ﻭ ﺻﺪﺍﻱ ﭘﺮ ﻣﺮﻏﺎﻥﺍﺳﺎﻃﻴﺮ ﻣﻲ ﺁﻳﺪ ﺩﺭ ﺑﺎﺩ*** . ﭘﺸﺖ ﺩﺭﻳﺎﻫﺎ ﺷﻬﺮﻱ ﺍﺳﺖﻛﻪ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻥ ﻭﺳﻌﺖ ﺧﻮﺭﺷﻴﺪ ﺑﻪ ﺍﻧﺪﺍﺯﻩ ﭼﺸﻤﺎﻥ ﺳﺤﺮﺧﻴﺰﺍﻥ ﺍﺳﺖ. ﺷﺎﻋﺮﺍﻥ ﻭﺍﺭﺙ ﺁﺏ ﻭ ﺧﺮﺩ ﻭ ﺭﻭﺷﻨﻲ ﺍﻧﺪ.*** ﭘﺸﺖ ﺩﺭﻳﺎﻫﺎ ﺷﻬﺮﻱ ﺍﺳﺖ! ﻗﺎﻳﻘﻲ ﺑﺎﻳﺪ ﺳﺎﺧﺖ.***** ﺳﻬﺮﺍﺏ ﺳﭙﻬﺮﻱ

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ﺩﻭﺳﺘﺎﻥ ﻋﺰﯾﺰ ﻣﻦ ﭼﻨﺪ ﻭﻗﺘﯿﻪ ﺣﺎﻟﻢﮔﺮﻓﺘﺲ ﻣﺜﻞ ﻫﻮﺍﯼ ﺑﻬﺎﺭﯼ ﮔﺮﻓﺘﻪﻫﺴﺘﻢ ﺑﺎ ﮐﻢ ﺗﺮﯾﻦ ﻧﺎﺭﺍﺣﺘﯽ ﺍﺷﮏ ﺍﺯ ﭼﺸﻤﺎﻡﺳﺮﺍﺯﯾﺮ ﻣﯿﺸﻪ ﺣﺎﻝ ﻏﺮﯾﺒﯽ ﺩﺍﺭﻡ ﻧﻤﯽ ﺩﻭﻧﻢﺣﺎﻟﻢ ﭼﻄﻮﺭﯼ ﻭﭼﻪ ﻭﻗﺖ ﺑﻬﺘﺮ ﻣﯿﺸﻪ* ﻣﺎﻩﻣﻦ ﻣﺎﻩ ﻣﻦ ﻏﺼﻪ ﻧﺨﻮﺭ ﺯﻧﺪﮔﯽ ﺟﺬﺭ ﻭ ﻣﺪﺩﺍﺭﻩ ﯾﻪ ﺗﺮﺍﻧﻪ ﺯﯾﺒﺎ ﺍﺯ ﻣﺮﯾﻢ ﺣﯿﺪﺭﺯﺍﺩﻩ ﻣﺎﻩ ﻣﻦﻏﺼﻪ ﻧﺨﻮﺭ ﺯﻧﺪﮔﯽ ﺟﺬﺭ ﻭ ﻣﺪ ﺩﺍﺭﻩ ﺩﻧﯿﺎﻣﻮﻥﯾﻪ ﻋﺎﻟﻤﻪ ، ﺁﺩﻡ ﺧﻮﺏ ﻭ ﺑﺪ ﺩﺍﺭﻩ ﻣﺎﻩ ﻣﻦ ﻏﺼﻪﻧﺨﻮﺭ ﻫﻤﻪ ﮐﻪ ﺩﺷﻤﻦ ﻧﻤﯽ ﺷﻦ ﻫﻤﻪ ﮐﻪ ﭘﺮﺗﺮﮎ ﻣﺚ ﺗﻮ ﻭ ﻣﻦ ﻧﻤﯽ ﺷﻦ ﻣﺎﻩ ﻣﻦ ﻏﺼﻪﻧﺨﻮﺭ ﻣﺜﻞ ﻣﺎﻫﺎ ﻓﺮﺍﻭﻭﻧﻪ ﺧﯿﻠﯽ ﮐﻢ ﭘﯿﺪﺍﻣﯿﺸﻪ ﮐﺴﯽ ﺭﻭ ﺣﺮﻓﺶ ﺑﻤﻮﻧﻪ ﻣﺎﻩ ﻣﻦﻏﺼﻪ ﻧﺨﻮﺭ ، ﮔﺮﯾﻪ ﭘﻨﺎﻩ ﺁﺩﻣﺎﺱ ﺗﺮ ﻭ ﺗﺎﺯﻩﻣﻮﻧﺪﻥ ﮔﻞ ، ﻣﺎﻝ ﺍﺷﮏ ﺷﺒﻨﻤﺎﺱ ﻣﺎﻩ ﻣﻦﻏﺼﻪ ﻧﺨﻮﺭ ، ﺯﻧﺪﮔﯽ ﺧﻮﺏ ﺩﺍﺭﻩ ﻭ ﺯﺷﺖ ﺧﺪﺍﺭﻭ ﭼﯽ ﺩﯾﺪﯼ ﺷﺎﯾﺪ ﻓﺮﺩﺍﻣﻮﻥ ﺑﺎﺷﻪ ﺑﻬﺸﺖﻣﺎﻩ ﻣﻦ ﻏﺼﻪ ﻧﺨﻮﺭ ، ﭘﻨﺠﺮﻩ ﻣﻮﻥ ﺑﺎﺯﻩ ﻫﻨﻮﺯﺑﺎﻏﭽﻪ ﻣﻮﻥ ﻏﺮﻕ ﮔﻼﯼ ﻋﺎﺷﻖ ﻧﺎﺯﻩ ﻫﻨﻮﺯﻣﺎﻩ ﻣﻦ ﻏﺼﻪ ﻧﺨﻮﺭ ، ﺑﺎﺯ ﺩﺍﺭﻩ ﻓﺼﻞ ﺳﯿﺐﻣﯽ ﺷﻪ ﻣﯽ ﺩﻭﻧﻢ ﮔﺎﻫﯽ ﺁﺩﻡ ، ﺗﻮ ﻭﻃﻨﺶﻏﺮﯾﺐ ﻣﯽ ﺷﻪ ﻣﺎﻩ ﻣﻦ ﻏﺼﻪ ﻧﺨﻮﺭ ، ﻣﺎﻫﺎﮐﻪ ﺗﺐ ﻧﻤﯽ ﮐﻨﻦ ﻣﺎﻫﺎ ﮐﻪ ﺍﺯ ﺁﺩﻣﺎ ﮐﻤﮏ ﻃﻠﺐﻧﻤﯽ ﮐﻨﻦ ﻣﺎﻩ ﻣﻦ ﻏﺼﻪ ﻧﺨﻮﺭ، ﺷﻤﺪﻭﻧﯿﺎﺻﻮﺭﺗﯽ ﺍﻥ ﺩﻻﯾﯽ ﮐﻪ ﺑﺸﮑﻨﻦ ﭼﻮﻥ ﻋﺎﺷﻘﻦﻗﯿﻤﺘﯽ ﺍﻥ ﻣﺎﻩ ﻣﻦ ﻏﺼﻪ ﻧﺨﻮﺭ ، ﺳﺒﮏ ﻣﯽﺷﯽ ﺑﺎﺭﻭﻥ ﺑﯿﺎﺩ ﺗﻮﯼ ﻋﺎﺷﻘﯽ ﺑﺎﯾﺪ ﻧﺘﺮﺳﯿﺪ ﺍﺯﮐﻢ ﻭ ﺯﯾﺎﺩ ﻣﺎﻩ ﻣﻦ ﻏﺼﻪ ﻧﺨﻮﺭ ، ﺧﺎﻃﺮﻩﻫﺎﻣﻮﻥ ﮐﻮﺩﮐﻦ ﺗﻮﯼ ﺍﯾﻦ ﻗﺼﻪ ﺩﻻ ﯾﻪﻭﻗﺘﺎﯾﯽ ﻋﺮﻭﺳﮑﻦ ﻣﺎﻩ ﻣﻦ ﻏﺼﻪ ﻧﺨﻮﺭ ،ﺑﺎﺯﯼ ﺯﻣﯿﻦ ﺧﻮﺭﺩﻥ ﺩﺍﺭﻩ ﮐﺎﺭ ﺩﻧﯿﺎ ﻫﻤﯿﻨﻪ ،ﺗﻮﻟﺪ ﻭ ﻣﺮﺩﻥ ﺩﺍﺭﻩ ﻣﺎﻩ ﻣﻦ ﻏﺼﻪ ﻧﺨﻮﺭ ، ﺗﺎﺏﺑﺎﺯﯼ ﺍﻓﺘﺎﺩﻥ ﺩﺍﺭﻩ ﺯﻧﺪﮔﯽ ﺷﮑﺴﺘﻦ ﻭ ﺩﻭﺑﺎﺭﻩﺩﻝ ﺩﺍﺩﻥ ﺩﺍﺭﻩ ﻣﺎﻩ ﻣﻦ ﻏﺼﻪ ﻧﺨﻮﺭ ، ﮔﻼ ﻣﯿﺎﻥﻋﯿﺎﺩﺗﺖ ﺑﻪ ﻧﺘﯿﺠﻪ ﻣﯽ ﺭﺳﻪ ﺁﺧﺮ ﯾﻪ ﺭﻭﺯﻋﺒﺎﺩﺗﺖ ﻣﺎﻩ ﻣﻦ ﻏﺼﻪ ﻧﺨﻮﺭ ، ﺧﯿﻠﯿﺎ ﺗﻨﻬﺎﻥﻣﺚ ﺗﻮ ﺧﯿﻠﯿﺎ ﺑﺎ ﺯﺧﻤﺎﯼ ﻋﺎﺷﻘﯽ ﺁﺷﻨﺎﻥ ، ﻣﺚﺗﻮ ﻣﺎﻩ ﻣﻦ ﻏﺼﻪ ﻧﺨﻮﺭ ، ﺯﻧﺪﮔﯽ ﺑﯽ ﻏﻢ ﻧﻤﯽﺷﻪ ﺍﻭﻧﯽ ﮐﻪ ﻏﺼﻪ ﻧﺪﺍﺷﺘﻪ ﺑﺎﺷﻪ ، ﺁﺩﻡ ﻧﻤﯽﺷﻪ ﻣﺎﻩ ﻣﻦ ﻏﺼﻪ ﻧﺨﻮﺭ ، ﺣﺎﻓﻆ ﻭﺍﺳﺖ ﻭﺍﻣﯽ ﮐﻨﻢ ﺷﻌﺮﺍﺷﻮ ﻣﯽ ﺧﻮﻧﻢ ﻭ ﺗﻮ ﺭﻭ ﻣﺪﺍﻭﺍﻣﯽ ﮐﻨﻢ ﻣﺎﻩ ﻣﻦ ﻏﺼﻪ ﻧﺨﻮﺭ ، ﺩﻧﯿﺎ ﺭﻭ ﺑﺴﭙﺎﺭﺑﻪ ﺧﺪﺍ ﻫﺮ ﺩﻭ ﻣﻮﻥ ﺩﻋﺎ ﮐﻨﯿﻢ ، ﺗﻮ ﻫﻢ ﺟﺪﺍ ،ﻣﻦ ﻫﻢ ﺟﺪﺍ

ﺑﻪ ﺣﺮﻣﺖ ﺁﻥ ﺷﺎﺧﻪ ﯼ ﮔﻞ ﺳﺮﺥ ﮐﻪ ﻻﯼ ﺩﻓﺘﺮﺗﺮﺍﻧﻪ ﻫﺎﯾﻢ ﺧﺸﮏ ﺷﺪ! ﺑﻪ ﺣﺮﻣﺖ ﻗﺪﻣﻬﺎﯾﯽ ﮐﻪ ﺑﺎ ﻫﻢ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻥ ﮐﻮﭼﻪ ﯼ ﻫﻤﯿﺸﮕﯽ ﺯﺩﯾﻢ ! ﺏ ﻩ ﺣﺮﻣﺖ ﺑﻮﺳﻪ ﻫﺎﯾﻤﺎﻥ ! ﻧﻪ ! ﺗﻮ ﺣﺘﯽ ﺑﻪ ﺍﻟﺘﻤﺎﺳﻬﺎﯾﻢ ﻫﻢ ﺍﻋﺘﻨﺎ ﻧﮑﺮﺩﯼ ! ﻗﺼﻪ ﺑﻪ ﭘﺎﯾﺎﻥ ﺭﺳﯿﺪﻭﻣﻦ ﻫﻤﭽﻨﺎﻥ ﺩﺭﺧﯿﺎﻝ ﭼﺸﻤﺎﻥ ﺳﯿﺎﻩ ﺗﻮﺍﻡ ﮐﻪ ﺳﺎﺩﻩ ﻓﺮﯾﺒﻢ ﺩﺍﺩ ! ﻗﺼﻪ ﺑﻪ ﭘﺎﯾﺎﻥ ﺭﺳﯿﺪ ﻭ ﻣﻦ ﻫﻨﻮﺯ ﺑﯽ ﻋﺸﻖ ﺗﻮ ﺍﺯ ﺗﻤﺎﻡ ﺭﻭﯾﺎ ﻫﺎﺩﻟﮕﯿﺮﻡ ﺑﺮﺍﯾﺖ ﺧﺎﻃﺮﺍﺗﯽ ﺑﺮ ﺭﻭﯼ ﺍﯾﻦ ﺩﻓﺘﺮ ﺳﻔﯿﺪ ﻧﻮﺷﺘﻢ ﮐﻪ ﻫﯿﭽﮑﺴﯽ ﻧﺨﻮﺍﻫﺪ ﺗﻮﺍﻧﺴﺖ ﭼﻨﯿﻦ ﺧﺎﻃﺮﺍﺕ ﺷﯿﺮﯾﻨﯽ ﺭﺍ ﺑﺮﺍﯼ ﺑﺎﺭ ﺩﻭﻡ ﺑﺮﺍﯾﺖ ﺑﺎﺯ ﮔﻮﯾﺪ. ﭼﺮﺍ ﻣﺮﺍ ﺷﮑﺴﺘﯽ ؟ﭼﺮﺍ؟ ﺍﺷﻌﺎﺭﯼ ﺑﺮﺍﯾﺖ ﺳﺮﻭﺩﻡ ﮐﻪ ﻫﯿﭻ ﻣﺠﻨﻮﻧﯽ ﻧﺘﻮﺍﻧﺴﺖ ﻣﻬﺮﺑﺎﻧﯽ ﻭ ﻣﻈﻠﻮﻣﯿﺖ ﭼﻬﺮﻩ ﺍﺕ ﺭﺍ ﺗﻮﺻﯿﻒ ﮐﻨﺪ ﭼﺮﺍ ﺗﻨﻬﺎﯾﻢ ﮔﺬﺍﺷﺘﯽ ؟ﭼﺮﺍ؟ ﭼﻬﺮﻩ ﭘﺎﮎ ﻭ ﻣﻌﺼﻮﻣﺖ ﺭﺍ ﻫﺰﺍﺭ ﺑﺎﺭ ﺑﺮ ﺭﻭﯼ ﻭﺭﻕ ﻫﺎﯼ ﺑﺎﻗﯽ ﻣﺎﻧﺪﻩ ﻭﺟﻮﺩﻡ ﻧﮕﺎﺷﺘﻢ ﭼﺮﺍ ﺍﯾﻦ ﭼﻨﯿﻦ ﮐﺮﺩﯼ ﺑﺎ ﻣﻦ ؟ﭼﺮﺍ؟ ﺯﯾﺒﺎﺗﺮﯾﻦ ﺳﺘﺎﺭﮔﺎﻥ ﺁﺳﻤﺎﻥ ﺭﺍ ﺑﺮﺍﯾﺖ ﭼﯿﺪﻡ. ﺧﻮﺷﺒﻮ ﺗﺮﯾﻦ ﮔﻠﻬﺎﯼ ﺳﺮﺥ ﺭﺍ ﺑﻪ ﭘﺎﯾﺖ ﺭﯾﺨﺘﻢ. ﭼﺮﺍ ﺍﯾﻦ ﭼﻨﯿﻦ ﺷﺪ/؟ﭼﺮﺍ؟ ﻣﻦ ﮐﻪ ﺑﻮﺩﻡ؟ ﮐﻪ ﻫﺴﺘﻢ ﺑﻪ ﮐﺠﺎ ﺩﺍﺭﻡ ﻣﯽ ﺭﻭﻡ

ﺣﺎﺟﯿﺎﻥ ﺭَﺧﺖ ﭼﻮ ﺍﺯ ﻣﮑﻪ ﺑَﺮَﻧﺪ / ﻣﺪﺗﯽﺩﺭ ﻋﻘﺐ ِ ﺳﺮ ﻧﮕﺮﻧﺪﺗﺎ ﺑﻪ ﺟﺎﯾﯽ ﮐﻪ ﺣﺮﻡ ﺩﺭ ﻧﻈﺮ ﺍﺳﺖ /ﭼﺸﻢ ﺣُﺠﺎﺝ ﺑﻪ ﺩﻧﺒﺎﻝ ِ ﺳﺮ ﺍﺳﺖﻣﻦ ﻫﻢ ﺍﺯ ﮐﻮﯼ ﺗﻮ ﮔﺮ ﺑﺴﺘﻢ ﺑﺎﺭ / ﺑﺎﺯ ﺑﺎﮐﻮﯼ ﺗﻮ ﺩﺍﺭﻡ ﺳﺮ ﻭ ﮐﺎﺭﭼﺸﻢ ﺩﻝ ﺳﻮﯼ ﺗﻮ ﺩﺍﺭﻡ ﺷﺐ ﻭ ﺭﻭﺯ /ﭼﺸﻢ ﺑﺮ ﮐﻮﯼ ﺗﻮ ﺩﺍﺭﻡ ﺷﺐ ﻭ ﺭﻭﺯﺗﻮ ﺻَﻨﻢ ﻗﺒﻠﻪ ﯼ ِ ﺁﻣﺎﻝِ ﻣﻨﯽ / ﭼﻮﻥ ﮐﻨﻢﺻﺮﻑ ِ ﻧﻈﺮ ؟ ﻣﺎﻝ ِ ﻣﻨﯽﺭﻭﯼ ﺭﺧﺸﻨﺪﻩ ﯼ ِ ﺗﻮ ﻗﺒﻠﻪ ﯼ ِ ﻣﺎﺳﺖ /ﻣَﺮﺩُﻡ ِ ﺩﯾﺪﻩ ﯼ ِ ﻣﺎ ﻗﺒﻠﻪ ﻧﻤﺎﺳﺖ

ﺍﻫﻞ ﻛﺎﺷﺎﻧﻢﺭﻭﺯﮔﺎﺭﻡ ﺑﺪ ﻧﯿﺴﺖﺗﻜﻪ ﻧﺎﻧﯽ ﺩﺍﺭﻡ ، ﺧﺮﺩﻩ ﻫﻮﺷﯽ ، ﺳﺮﺳﻮﺯﻥ ﺫﻭﻗﯽ .ﻣﺎﺩﺭﯼ ﺩﺍﺭﻡ ، ﺑﻬﺘﺮ ﺍﺯ ﺑﺮﮒ ﺩﺭﺧﺖ .ﺩﻭﺳﺘﺎﻧﯽ ، ﺑﻬﺘﺮ ﺍﺯ ﺁﺏ ﺭﻭﺍﻥ .*****ﻭ ﺧﺪﺍﯾﯽ ﻛﻪ ﺩﺭ ﺍﯾﻦ ﻧﺰﺩﯾﻜﯽ ﺍﺳﺖ :ﻻﯼ ﺍﯾﻦ ﺷﺐ ﺑﻮﻫﺎ ، ﭘﺎﯼ ﺁﻥ ﻛﺎﺝ ﺑﻠﻨﺪ.ﺭﻭﯼ ﺁﮔﺎﻫﯽ ﺁﺏ ، ﺭﻭﯼ ﻗﺎﻧﻮﻥ ﮔﯿﺎﻩ .*****ﻣﻦ ﻣﺴﻠﻤﺎﻧﻢ .ﻗﺒﻠﻪ ﺍﻡ ﯾﻚ ﮔﻞ ﺳﺮﺥ .ﺟﺎﻧﻤﺎﺯﻡ ﭼﺸﻤﻪ ، ﻣﻬﺮﻡ ﻧﻮﺭ .ﺩﺷﺖ ﺳﺠﺎﺩﻩ ﻣﻦ .ﻣﻦ ﻭﺿﻮ ﺑﺎ ﺗﭙﺶ ﭘﻨﺠﺮﻩ ﻫﺎ ﻣﯽ ﮔﯿﺮﻡﺩﺭ ﻧﻤﺎﺯﻡ ﺟﺮﯾﺎﻥ ﺩﺍﺭﺩ ﻣﺎﻩ ، ﺟﺮﯾﺎﻥ ﺩﺍﺭﺩﻃﯿﻒ .ﺳﻨﮓ ﺍﺯ ﭘﺸﺖ ﻧﻤﺎﺯﻡ ﭘﯿﺪﺍﺳﺖ :ﻫﻤﻪ ﺫﺭﺍﺕ ﻧﻤﺎﺯﻡ ﻣﺘﺒﻠﻮﺭ ﺷﺪﻩ ﺍﺳﺖ .ﻣﻦ ﻧﻤﺎﺯﻡ ﺭﺍ ﻭﻗﺘﯽ ﻣﯽ ﺧﻮﺍﻧﻢﻛﻪ ﺍﺫﺍﻧﺶ ﺭﺍ ﺑﺎﺩ ، ﮔﻔﺘﻪ ﺑﺎﺷﺪ ﺳﺮﮔﻠﺪﺳﺘﻪ ﺳﺮﻭﻣﻦ ﻧﻤﺎﺯﻡ ﺭﺍ ، ﭘﯽ )) ﺗﻜﺒﯿﺮﺓ ﺍﻻﺣﺮﺍﻡ ((ﻋﻠﻒ ﻣﯽ ﺧﻮﺍﻧﻢﭘﯽ )) ﻗﺪ ﻗﺎﻣﺖ (( ﻣﻮﺝ .****

ﺑﯽ ﺗﻮ ﻏﺮﯾﺒﻢ ﺍﯼ ﺧﺪﺍﺑﯽ ﺗﻮ ﻣﻦ ﺗﻨﻬﺎﯼ ﺗﻨﻬﺎ ﻣﯿﺸﻮﻡﺑﯽ ﺗﻮ ﻣﻦ ﺍﻭﺍﺭﻩ ﺻﺤﺮﺍ ﻣﯿﺸﻮﻡﺑﯽ ﺗﻮ ﻣﻦ ﺍﺧﺮ ﻧﺪﺍﻧﻢ ﮐﯿﺴﺘﻢﺑﯽ ﺗﻮ ﺣﺘﯽ ﺫﺭﻩ ﺍﯼ ﻫﻢ ﻧﯿﺴﺘﻢﺍﯼ ﺧﺪﺍ ﺍﯼ ﻣﻬﺮﺑﺎﻥ ﻣﻦ ﺧﺪﺍﻟﺤﻈﻪ ﺍﯼ ﺣﺘﯽ ﻣﮑﻦ ﻣﻦ ﺭﺍ ﺟﺪﺍﺍﺯﺧﻮﺩﺕﺍﻧﮑﻪ ﺑﯽ ﺗﻮ ﻣﺮﺩﻩ ﺍﻡﻣﻦ ﺧﻮﺩﻡ ﺭﺍ ﺩﺳﺖ ﺗﻮ ﺑﺴﭙﺮﺩﻩ ﺍﻡﺧﻮﺏ ﺩﺍﻧﻢ ﺗﻮ ﺧﺪﺍﯾﯽ ﺗﻮ ﺧﺪﺍﻣﻬﺮﺑﺎﻥ ﺑﺨﺸﻨﺪﻩ ﺑﺎ ﺟﻮﺩﻭ ﺻﻔﺎﻣﻦ ﺩﺭ ﺍﯾﻦ ﺩﻧﯿﺎ ﻏﺮﯾﺒﻢ ﺍﯼ ﺧﺪﺍ

ﻣﻮﺟﯿﻢ ﻭ ﻭﺻﻞ ﻣﺎ، ﺍﺯ ﺧﻮﺩ ﺑﺮﯾﺪﻥﺍﺳﺖ ﺳﺎﺣﻞ ﺑﻬﺎﻧﻪﺍﯼ ﺍﺳﺖ، ﺭﻓﺘﻦﺭﺳﯿﺪﻥ ﺍﺳﺖ ﺗﺎ ﺷﻌﻠﻪ ﺩﺭ ﺳﺮﯾﻢ، ﭘﺮﻭﺍﻧﻪﺍﺧﮕﺮﯾﻢ ﺷﻤﻌﯿﻢ ﻭ ﺍﺷﮏ ﻣﺎ، ﺩﺭ ﺧﻮﺩﭼﮑﯿﺪﻥ ﺍﺳﺖ ﻣﺎ ﻣﺮﻍ ﺑﯽ ﭘﺮﯾﻢ، ﺍﺯ ﻓﻮﺝﺩﯾﮕﺮﯾﻢ ﭘﺮﻭﺍﺯ ﺑﺎﻝ ﻣﺎ، ﺩﺭ ﺧﻮﻥ ﺗﭙﯿﺪﻥ ﺍﺳﺖﭘﺮ ﻣﯽﮐﺸﯿﻢ ﻭ ﺑﺎﻝ، ﺑﺮ ﭘﺮﺩﻩﯼ ﺧﯿﺎﻝ ﺍﻋﺠﺎﺯﺫﻭﻕ ﻣﺎ، ﺩﺭ ﭘﺮ ﮐﺸﯿﺪﻥ ﺍﺳﺖ ﻣﺎ ﻫﯿﭻﻧﯿﺴﺘﯿﻢ، ﺟﺰ ﺳﺎﯾﻪﺍﯼ ﺯ ﺧﻮﯾﺶ ﺁﯾﯿﻦ ﺁﯾﻨﻪ،ﺧﻮﺩ ﺭﺍ ﻧﺪﯾﺪﻥ ﺍﺳﺖ ﮔﻔﺘﯽ ﻣﺮﺍ ﺑﺨﻮﺍﻥ،ﺧﻮﺍﻧﺪﯾﻢ ﻭ ﺧﺎﻣﺸﯽ ﭘﺎﺳﺦ ﻫﻤﯿﻦ ﺗﻮ ﺭﺍ، ﺗﻨﻬﺎﺷﻨﯿﺪﻥ ﺍﺳﺖ ﺑﯽ ﺩﺭﺩ ﻭ ﺑﯽ ﻏﻢ ﺍﺳﺖ، ﭼﯿﺪﻥﺭﺳﯿﺪﻩ ﺭﺍ ﺧﺎﻣﯿﻢ ﻭ ﺩﺭﺩ ﻣﺎ، ﺍﺯ ﮐﺎﻝ ﭼﯿﺪﻥﺍﺳﺖ

ﺯﺍﻥ ﯾـــﺎﺭ ﺩﻟﻨـــﻮﺍﺯﻡﺷـﮑـﺮﯾـﺴـــﺖ ﺑــﺎ ﺷﮑــﺎﯾـﺖ ﮔـﺮﻧـﮑﺘــﻪ ﺩﺍﻥ ﻋﺸﻘﯽ ﺑﺸﻨــﻮ ﺗـﻮ ﺍﯾـﻦﺣﮑـﺎﯾـﺖ ﺑــﯽ ﻣــﺰﺩ ﺑﻮﺩ ﻭ ﻣﻨـﺖﻫـــﺮ ﺧـﺪﻣﺘـﯽ ﮐﻪ ﮐـﺮﺩﻡ ﯾـــﺎﺭﺏﻣﺒـــﺎﺩﮐـﺲ ﺭﺍ ﻣﺨــﺪﻭﻡﺑﯽﻋـﻨــﺎﯾﺖ ﺭﻧــﺪﺍﻥﺗﺸﻨـﻪ ﻟﺐﺭﺍﺁﺑـﯽﻧﻤـﯽﺩﻫــﺪﮐــﺲ ﮔــﻮﯾﯽ ﻭﻟﯽﺷﻨــﺎﺳـﺎﻥ ﺭﻓـﺘـﻨــﺪ ﺍﺯ ﺍﯾــﻦ ﻭﻻﯾــﺖﺩﺭ ﺯﻟﻒ ﭼـﻮﻥ ﮐﻤﻨــﺪﺵ ﺍﯼ ﺩﻝﻣـﭙـﯿــﭻ ﮐـﺎﻥ ﺟـﺎ ﺳـﺮﻫـﺎ ﺑـﺮﯾــﺪﻩﺑﯿـﻨـﯽ ﺑﯽ ﺟــﺮﻡ ﻭ ﺑﯽ ﺟﻨــﺎﯾـﺖﭼﺸﻤﺖ ﺑﻪ ﻏﻤﺰﻩ ﻣﺎ ﺭﺍ ﺧﻮﻥ ﺧﻮﺭﺩ ﻭﻣﯽﭘﺴﻨﺪﯼ ﺟــﺎﻧـﺎﺭﻭﺍﻧﺒــﺎﺷــﺪﺧــﻮﻥﺭﯾـــﺰﺭﺍﺣﻤــﺎﯾﺖ ﺩﺭ ﺍﯾـﻦ ﺷـﺐﺳﯿــﺎﻫـﻢ ﮔـﻢ ﮔـﺸـﺖ ﺭﺍﻩ ﻣﻘﺼﻮﺩﺍﺯ ﮔـﻮﺷــﻪﺍﯼ ﺑــﺮﻭﻥ ﺁﯼﺍﯼﮐــﻮﮐـﺐ ﻫــﺪﺍﯾــﺖ ﺍﺯ ﻫــﺮﻃــﺮﻑﮐــﻪ ﺭﻓﺘــﻢ ﺟــﺰ ﻭﺣﺸﺘـﻢﻧﯿﻔﺰﻭﺩ ﺯﻧــﻬﺎﺭ ﺍﺯﺍﯾــﻦﺑﯿــﺎﺑـﺎﻥﻭﯾـﻦﺭﺍﻩﺑﯽﻧﻬــﺎﯾـﺖ ﺍﯼ ﺁﻓﺘــﺎﺏﺧــﻮﺑــﺎﻥﻣﯽﺟــﻮﺷـــﺪ ﺍﻧــﺪﺭﻭﻧــﻢﯾـﮏ ﺳــﺎﻋﺘــﻢ ﺑــﮕﻨـﺠـــﺎﻥ ﺩﺭﺳــﺎﯾﻪ ﻋﻨــﺎﯾـﺖ ﺍﯾﻦ ﺭﺍﻩ ﺭﺍ ﻧﻬـــﺎﯾﺖﺻــﻮﺭﺕ ﮐﺠــﺎ ﺗـــﻮﺍﻥ ﺑﺴـﺖ ﮐـﺶﺻﺪ ﻫــﺰﺍﺭ ﻣﻨﺰﻝ ﺑﯿــﺶ ﺍﺳﺖ ﺩﺭﺑــﺪﺍﯾﺖ ﻫــﺮ ﭼﻨــﺪ ﺑـــﺮﺩﯼ ﺁﺑـــﻢﺭﻭﯼ ﺍﺯ ﺩﺭﺕ ﻧـﺘــﺎﺑــﻢ ﺟــﻮﺭ ﺍﺯﺣﺒـﯿـﺐ ﺧﻮﺷﺘــﺮ ﮐــﺰ ﻣــﺪﻋﯽﺭﻋﺎﯾـﺖ ﻋﺸﻘﺖ ﺭﺳﺪ ﺑﻪ ﻓﺮﯾـﺎﺩ ﺍﺭﺧﻮﺩ ﺑﻪ ﺳﺎﻥ ﺣـﺎﻓﻆﻗــﺮﺁﻥﺯﺑــﺮﺑـﺨـﻮﺍﻧـﯽﺩﺭ ﭼــﺎﺭﺩﻩﺭﻭﺍﯾﺖ

ﺑﺎ ﺭﻧﮓ ﻭ ﺑﻮﯾﺖ ﺍﯼﮔﻞ،ﮔﻞ ﺭﻧﮓ ﻭ ﺑﻮﻧﺪﺍﺭﺩﺑﺎ ﻟﻌﻠﺖ ﺁﺏ ﺣﯿﻮﺍﻥ ﺁﺑﯽ ﺑﻪ ﺟﻮ ﻧﺪﺍﺭﺩﺍﺯﻋﺸﻖﻣﻦ ﺑﻪ ﻫﺮ ﺳﻮ ﺩﺭ ﺷﻬﺮﮔﻔﺘﮕﻮﺋﯽ ﺍﺳﺖﻣﻦ ﻋﺎﺷﻖ ﺗﻮ ﻫﺴﺘﻢﺍﯾﻦ ﮔﻔﺘﮕﻮ ﻧﺪﺍﺭﺩﺩﺍﺭﺩ ﻣﺘﺎﻉ ﻋﻔﺖ ﺍﺯ ﭼﺎﺭ ﺳﻮ ﺧﺮﯾﺪﺍﺭﺑﺎﺯﺍﺭ ﺧﻮﺩﻓﺮﻭﺷﯽ ﺍﯾﻦ ﭼﺎﺭ ﺳﻮ ﻧﺪﺍﺭﺩﺟﺰ ﻭﺻﻒ ﭘﯿﺶ ﺭﻭﯾﺖ ﺩﺭ ﭘﺸﺖ ﺳﺮﻧﮕﻮﯾﻢﺭﻭ ﮐﻦ ﺑﻪ ﻫﺮ ﮐﻪ ﺧﻮﺍﻫﯽ ﮔﻞ ﭘﺸﺖ ﻭﺭﻭ ﻧﺪﺍﺭﺩﮔﺮ ﺁﺭﺯﻭﯼ ﻭﺻﻠﺶ ﭘﯿﺮﻡ ﮐﻨﺪ ﻣﮑﻦ ﻋﯿﺐﻋﯿﺐ ﺍﺳﺖ ﺍﺯ ﺟﻮﺍﻧﯽ ﮐﺎﯾﻦ ﺁﺭﺯﻭ ﻧﺪﺍﺭﺩﺧﻮﺭﺷﯿﺪ ﺭﻭﯼ ﻣﻦ ﭼﻮﻥ ﺭﺧﺴﺎﺭﻩﺑﺮﻓﺮﻭﺯﺩﺭﺥ ﺑﺮﻓﺮﻭﺧﺘﻦ ﺭﺍ ﺧﻮﺭﺷﯿﺪ ﺭﻭ ﻧﺪﺍﺭﺩﺳﻮﺯﻥ ﺯ ﺗﯿﺮ ﻣﮋﮔﺎﻥ ﻭﺯ ﺗﺎﺭ ﺯﻟﻒ ﻧﺦ ﮐﻦﻫﺮ ﭼﻨﺪ ﺭﺧﻨﻪﯼ ﺩﻝ ﺗﺎﺏ ﺭﻓﻮ ﻧﺪﺍﺭﺩﺍﻭ ﺻﺒﺮ ﺧﻮﺍﻫﺪ ﺍﺯ ﻣﻦ ﺑﺨﺘﯽ ﮐﻪ ﻣﻦﻧﺪﺍﺭﻡﻣﻦ ﻭﺻﻞ ﺧﻮﺍﻫﻢ ﺍﺯ ﻭﯼ ﻗﺼﺪﯼ ﮐﻪ ﺍﻭﻧﺪﺍﺭﺩﺑﺎ ﺷﻬﺮﯾﺎﺭ ﺑﯿﺪﻝ ﺳﺎﻗﯽ ﺑﻪ ﺳﺮﮔﺮﺍﻧﯽﺍﺳﺖﭼﺸﻤﺶ ﻣﮕﺮ ﺣﺮﯾﻔﺎﻥ ﻣﯽ ﺩﺭ ﺳﺒﻮﻧﺪﺍﺭﺩ

، ﻣﺮﺍ ﺻﺪ ﺑﺎﺭ ﺍﮔﺮ ﺍﺯ ﺧﻮﺩ ﺑﺮﺍﻧﯽﺩﻭﺳﺘﺖ ﺩﺍﺭﻡ ﺑﻪ ﺯﻧﺪﺍﻥ ﺟﻔﺎﯾﺖ ﮔﺮﮐﺸﺎﻧﯽ ﺩﻭﺳﺘﺖ ﺩﺍﺭﻡ ﺑﻪ ﭘﯿﺶ ﺧﻠﻖﮔﺮ ﻧﺘﻮﺍﻥ ﺣﺪﯾﺚ ﻋﺸﻖ ﺭﺍ ﮔﻔﺘﻦﺩﺭﻭﻥ ﺳﯿﻨﻪ ﯼ ﺗﻨﮕﻢ ﻧﻬﺎﻧﯽ ﺩﻭﺳﺘﺖﺩﺍﺭﻡ ﺑﻪ ﺟﺮﻡ ﻋﺸﻖ ﺗﻮ ﺻﺪ ﺯﺧﻢﮐﺎﺭﯼ ﺑﺮﺟﮕﺮ ﺩﺍﺭﻡ ﺟﮕﺮ ﺳﻬﻞ ﺍﺳﺖﮔﺮ ﺧﻮﻧﻢ ﻓﺸﺎﻧﯽ ﺩﻭﺳﺘﺖ ﺩﺍﺭﻡ ﭼﻪﺣﺎﺻﻞ ﺍﺯ ﺟﻔﺎ ﮐﺮﺩﻥ ﭼﻪ ﺳﻮﺩ ﺍﺯ ﻣﻬﺮﻭﺭﺯﯾﺪﻥ ﻣﺮﺍ ﻻﯾﻖ ﺑﺪﺍﻧﯽ ﯾﺎ ﻧﺪﺍﻧﯽﺩﻭﺳﺘﺖ ﺩﺍﺭﻣﺪﻭﺳﺘﺖ ﺩﺍﺭﻡ ﺑﻪﭼﺸﻤﺎﻥ ﺗﻮ ﺳﻮﮔﻨﺪ ﺍﯼ ﮔﻞ ﺯﯾﺒﺎ ﻣﺮﺍﻫﺮ ﭼﻨﺪ ﺳﺰﺍﻭﺍﺭ ﺣﺮﯾﻢ ﺧﻮﺩ ﻧﺪﺍﻧﯽﺩﻭﺳﺘﺖ ﺩﺍﺭﻡ

ﺷﻘﺎﯾﻖ ﮔﻔﺖ :ﺑﺎ ﺧﻨﺪﻩ ﻧﻪ ﺑﯿﻤﺎﺭﻡ، ﻧﻪﺗﺒﺪﺍﺭﻡ ﺍﮔﺮ ﺳﺮﺧﻢ ﭼﻨﺎﻥ ﺁﺗﺶ ﺣﺪﯾﺚﺩﯾﮕﺮﯼ ﺩﺍﺭﻡ ﮔﻠﯽ ﺑﻮﺩﻡ ﺑﻪ ﺻﺤﺮﺍﯾﯽ ﻧﻪ ﺑﺎﺍﯾﻦ ﺭﻧﮓ ﻭ ﺯﯾﺒﺎﯾﯽ ﻧﺒﻮﺩﻡ ﺁﻥ ﺯﻣﺎﻥ ﻫﺮﮔﺰﻧﺸﺎﻥ ﻋﺸﻖ ﻭ ﺷﯿﺪﺍﯾﯽ ﯾﮑﯽ ﺍﺯ ﺭﻭﺯﻫﺎﯾﯽﮐﻪ ﺯﻣﯿﻦ ﺗﺒﺪﺍﺭ ﻭ ﺳﻮﺯﺍﻥ ﺑﻮﺩ ﻭ ﺻﺤﺮﺍ ﺩﺭﻋﻄﺶ ﻣﯽ ﺳﻮﺧﺖ ﺗﻤﺎﻡ ﻏﻨﭽﻪ ﻫﺎ ﺗﺸﻨﻪﻭﻣﻦ ﺑﯽ ﺗﺎﺏ ﻭ ﺧﺸﮑﯿﺪﻩ ﺗﻨﻢ ﺩﺭ ﺁﺗﺸﯽ ﻣﯽﺳﻮﺧﺖ ﺯ ﺭﻩ ﺁﻣﺪ ﯾﮑﯽ ﺧﺴﺘﻪ ﺑﻪ ﭘﺎﯾﺶ ﺧﺎﺭﺑﻨﺸﺴﺘﻪ ﻭ ﻋﺸﻖ ﺍﺯ ﭼﻬﺮﻩ ﺍﺵ ﭘﯿﺪﺍﯼ ﭘﯿﺪﺍﺑﻮﺩ ﺯ ﺁﻧﭽﻪ ﺯﯾﺮ ﻟﺐ ﻣﯽ ﮔﻔﺖ ﺷﻨﯿﺪﻡ ﺳﺨﺖﺷﯿﺪﺍ ﺑﻮﺩ ﻧﻤﯽ ﺩﺍﻧﻢ ﭼﻪ ﺑﯿﻤﺎﺭﯼ ﺑﻪ ﺟﺎﻥﺩﻟﺒﺮﺵ ﺍﻓﺘﺎﺩﻩ ﺑﻮﺩ-ﺍﻣﺎ- ﻃﺒﯿﺒﺎﻥ ﮔﻔﺘﻪﺑﻮﺩﻧﺪﺵ ﺍﮔﺮ ﯾﮏ ﺷﺎﺧﻪ ﮔﻞ ﺁﺭﺩ ﺍﺯﺁﻥ ﻧﻮﻋﯽﮐﻪ ﻣﻦ ﺑﻮﺩﻡ ﺑﮕﯿﺮﻧﺪ ﺭﯾﺸﻪ ﺍﺵ ﺭﺍ ﻭﺑﺴﻮﺯﺍﻧﻨﺪ ﺷﻮﺩ ﻣﺮﻫﻢ ﺑﺮﺍﯼ ﺩﻟﺒﺮﺵ ﺁﻧﺪﻡﺷﻔﺎ ﯾﺎﺑﺪ ﭼﻨﺎﻧﭽﻪ ﺑﺎ ﺧﻮﺩﺵ ﻣﯽ ﮔﻔﺖﺑﺴﯽ ﮐﻮﻩ ﻭ ﺑﯿﺎﺑﺎﻥ ﺭﺍ ﺑﺴﯽ ﺻﺤﺮﺍﯼﺳﻮﺯﺍﻥ ﺭﺍ ﺑﻪ ﺩﻧﺒﺎﻝ ﮔﻠﺶ ﺑﻮﺩﻩ ﻭ ﯾﮏ ﺩﻡﻫﻢ ﻧﯿﺎﺳﻮﺩﻩ، ﮐﻪ ﺍﻓﺘﺎﺩ ﭼﺸﻢ ﺍﻭ ﻧﺎﮔﻪ ﺑﻪﺭﻭﯼ ﻣﻦ ﺑﺪﻭﻥ ﻟﺤﻈﻪ ﺍﯼ ﺗﺮﺩﯾﺪ ﺷﺘﺎﺑﺎﻥ ﺷﺪﺑﻪ ﺳﻮﯼ ﻣﻦ ﺑﻪ ﺁﺳﺎﻧﯽ ﻣﺮﺍ ﺑﺎ ﺭﯾﺸﻪ ﺍﺯﺧﺎﮐﻢ ﺟﺪﺍ ﮐﺮﺩ ﻭ ﺑﻪ ﺭﻩ ﺍﻓﺘﺎﺩ ﻭ ﺍﻭ ﻣﯽ ﺭﻓﺖﻭ ﻣﻦ ﺩﺭ ﺩﺳﺖ ﺍﻭ ﺑﻮﺩﻡ ﻭ ﺍﻭ ﻫﺮﻟﺤﻈﻪ ﺳﺮﺭﺍ ﺭﻭ ﺑﻪ ﺑﺎﻻﻫﺎ ﺗﺸﮑﺮ ﺍﺯ ﺧﺪﺍ ﻣﯽ ﮐﺮﺩ ﭘﺲ ﺍﺯﭼﻨﺪﯼ ﻫﻮﺍ ﭼﻮﻥ ﮐﻮﺭﮤ ﺁﺗﺶ، ﺯﻣﯿﻦ ﻣﯽﺳﻮﺧﺖ ﻭ ﺩﯾﮕﺮ ﺩﺍﺷﺖ ﺩﺭ ﺩﺳﺘﺶ ﺗﻤﺎﻡﺭﯾﺸﻪ ﺍﻡ ﻣﯽ ﺳﻮﺧﺖ ﺑﻪ ﻟﺐ ﻫﺎﯾﯽ ﮐﻪ ﺗﺎﻭﻝﺩﺍﺷﺖ ﮔﻔﺖ:ﺍﻣﺎ ﭼﻪ ﺑﺎﯾﺪ ﮐﺮﺩ؟ ﺩﺭ ﺍﯾﻦ ﺻﺤﺮﺍﮐﻪ ﺁﺑﯽ ﻧﯿﺴﺖ ﺑﻪ ﺟﺎﻧﻢ ﻫﯿﭻ ﺗﺎﺑﯽ ﻧﯿﺴﺖ ﺍﮔﺮﮔﻞ ﺭﯾﺸﻪ ﺍﺵ ﺳﻮﺯﺩ ﮐﻪ ﻭﺍﯼ ﺑﺮ ﻣﻦ ﺑﺮﺍﯼﺩﻟﺒﺮﻡ ﻫﺮﮔﺰ ﺩﻭﺍﯾﯽ ﻧﯿﺴﺖ ﻭ ﺍﺯ ﺍﯾﻦ ﮔﻞ ﮐﻪﺟﺎﯾﯽ ﻧﯿﺴﺖ ﺧﻮﺩﺵ ﻫﻢ ﺗﺸﻨﻪ ﺑﻮﺩ ﺍﻣﺎ!ﻧﻤﯽ ﻓﻬﻤﯿﺪ ﺣﺎﻟﺶ ﺭﺍ ﭼﻨﺎﻥ ﻣﯽ ﺭﻓﺖ ﻭ ﻣﻦﺩﺭ ﺩﺳﺖ ﺍﻭﺑﻮﺩﻡ ﻭ ﺣﺎﻻﻣﻦ ﺗﻤﺎﻡ ﻫﺴﺖ ﺍﻭﺑﻮﺩﻡ ﺩﻟﻢ ﻣﯽ ﺳﻮﺧﺖ ﺍﻣﺎ ﺭﺍﻩ ﭘﺎﯾﺎﻥ ﮐﻮ ؟ﻧﻪ ﺣﺘﯽ ﺁﺏ،ﻧﺴﯿﻤﯽ ﺩﺭ ﺑﯿﺎﺑﺎﻥ ﮐﻮ ؟ ﻭ ﺩﯾﮕﺮﺩﺍﺷﺖ ﺩﺭ ﺩﺳﺘﺶ ﺗﻤﺎﻡ ﺟﺎﻥ ﻣﻦ ﻣﯽﺳﻮﺧﺖ ﮐﻪ ﻧﺎﮔﻪ ﺭﻭﯼ ﺯﺍﻧﻮﻫﺎﯼ ﺧﻮﺩ ﺧﻢﺷﺪ ﺩﮔﺮ ﺍﺯ ﺻﺒﺮ ﺍﻭ ﮐﻢ ﺷﺪ ﺩﻟﺶ ﻟﺒﺮﯾﺰ ﻣﺎﺗﻢﺷﺪ ﮐﻤﯽ ﺍﻧﺪﯾﺸﻪ ﮐﺮﺩ- ﺁﻧﮕﻪ- ﻣﺮﺍ ﺩﺭ ﮔﻮﺷﻪﺍﯼ ﺍﺯ ﺁﻥ ﺑﯿﺎﺑﺎﻥ ﮐﺎﺷﺖ ﻧﺸﺴﺖ ﻭ ﺳﯿﻨﻪ ﺭﺍ ﺑﺎﺳﻨﮓ ﺧﺎﺭﺍﯾﯽ ﺯﻫﻢ ﺑﺸﮑﺎﻓﺖ ﺯﻫﻢﺑﺸﮑﺎﻓﺖ ﺍﻣﺎ ! ﺁﻩ ﺻﺪﺍﯼ ﻗﻠﺐ ﺍﻭ ﮔﻮﯾﯽﺟﻬﺎﻥ ﺭﺍ ﺯﯾﺮﻭ ﺭﻭ ﻣﯽ ﮐﺮﺩ ﺯﻣﯿﻦ ﻭ ﺁﺳﻤﺎﻥﺭﺍ ﭘﺸﺖ ﻭ ﺭﻭ ﻣﯽ ﮐﺮﺩ ﻭ ﻫﺮ ﭼﯿﺰﯼ ﮐﻪ ﻫﺮﺟﺎﺑﻮﺩ ﺑﺎ ﻏﻢ ﺭﻭ ﺑﻪ ﺭﻭ ﻣﯽ ﮐﺮﺩ ﻧﻤﯽ ﺩﺍﻧﻢ ﭼﻪﻣﯽ ﮔﻮﯾﻢ ؟ ﺑﻪ ﺟﺎﯼ ﺁﺏ، ﺧﻮﻧﺶ ﺭﺍ ﺑﻪ ﻣﻦﻣﯽ ﺩﺍﺩ ﻭ ﺑﺮ ﻟﺐ ﻫﺎﯼ ﺍﻭ ﻓﺮﯾﺎﺩ "ﺑﻤﺎﻥ ﺍﯼﮔﻞ" ﮐﻪ ﺗﻮ ﺗﺎﺝ ﺳﺮﻡ ﻫﺴﺘﯽ ﺩﻭﺍﯼ ﺩﻟﺒﺮﻡﻫﺴﺘﯽ "ﺑﻤﺎﻥ ﺍﯼ ﮔﻞ" ﻭﻣﻦ ﻣﺎﻧﺪﻡ ﻧﺸﺎﻥﻋﺸﻖ ﻭ ﺷﯿﺪﺍﯾﯽ ﻭ ﺑﺎ ﺍﯾﻦ ﺭﻧﮓ ﻭ ﺯﯾﺒﺎﯾﯽ ﻭﻧﺎﻡ ﻣﻦ ﺷﻘﺎﯾﻖ ﺷﺪ ﮔﻞ ﻫﻤﯿﺸﻪ ﻋﺎﺷﻖﺷﺪ

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