walking with the wind...

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"In my small night, alas,
The wind has an appointment with the trees,
In my small night there is fear of devastation.

Listen.
Do you hear the dark wind whispering?
I look upon this bliss with alien eyes
I am addicted to my sorrow
Listen.
Do you hear the dark wind whispering?

Now something is happening in the night
The moon is red and agitated
And the roof may cave in at any moment.

The clouds have gathered like a bunch of mourners
And seem to be waiting for the moment of rain.

A moment
And after it, nothing.
Beyond this window the night trembles
And the earth
Will no longer turn.
Beyond this window an enigma worries for you and for me.

Oh you who are so verdant
Place your hands like a burning memory in my hands.
And leave your lips that are warm with life
To the loving caresses of my lips.
The wind will carry us away,
The wind will carry us away."

Forough Farrokhzad
(1935-1967)


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"Autumn afternoon:
a sycamore leaf
falls softly
and rests
on its own shadow."

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"Yellow violets
violet violets
together
and apart."

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"I have come along with the wind,
on the first day of summer
the wind will carry me along
on the last day of fall."


`Abbās Kiyārostamī
("Walking with the Wind: Poems by Abbas Kiarostami",
Trans. by Ahmad Karimi-Hakkad and Michael Beard.
Cambridge: Harvard University Press, 2001)


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"...melanholija u pokretu..."


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"I folow the Moskva
down to Gorky Park
listening to the wind
of change
An August summer night
Soldiers passing by
listening to the wind
of change

The world is closing in
Did you ever think
that we could be so close, like brothers?
The future's in the air
I can feel it everywhere
blowing with the wind
of change

Take me
to the magic of the moment
on a glory night
where the children of tomorrow
dream away
in the wind of change

Walking down the street
distant memories
are buried in the past
forever
I folow the Moskva
down to Gorky Park
listening to the wind of change

Take me
to the magic of the moment
on a glory night
where the children of tomorrow share their dreams
with you and me

Take me
to the magic of the moment
on a glory night
where the children of tomorrow dream away
in the wind of change

The wind of change blows straight
into the face of time
like a stormwind that will ring
the freedom bell for peace of mind
Let your balalaika sing
what my guitar wants to say

Take me
to the magic of the moment
on a glory night
where the children of tomorrow
share their dreams
with you and me
Take me
to the magic of the moment
on a glory night
where the children of tomorrow dream away
in the wind of change..."

Scorpions