In new location of my life, it's taken even a long time, I miss my nature, my house, my mother, my father, my tyrant neighbors, my silent streets, my fields waiting for spring and you. Even though I think about them and you, but I'm not satisfied yet. If I talk to you hundred postures, I won't be that last lover. What should I do?! I get up at six everyday. I tell you out my grievances. Everybody's running away. Oh! I've lost the bus. Thank God! The minibus for Nobonyad has arrived. Oh, there's only five minutes to the time of my appearance at work. I pull the switch of computer case. I lean the circling chair. And another day began. I take a print from my work. Sir! Do my colors have composition?!
My new life, Hadi Safaree, 2001/7/29