In love with Nina Simone..

Strange Fruit

Seven trees
Bearin’ strange fruit
Blood on the leaves
And blood at the roots
Black bodies
Swinging in the southern breeze
Strange fruit hangin’
From the poplar trees
Pastoral scene
Of the gallant south
Them big bulging eyes
And the twisted mouth
Scent of magnolia
Clean and fresh
Then the sudden smell
Of burnin’ flesh
Here is a fruit
For the crows to pluck
For the rain to gather
For the wind to suck
For the sun to rot
For the leaves to drop
Here is
Strange and bitter crop

As singed by billie holiday

Southern trees bear strange fruit,
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root,
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze,
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees.

Pastoral scene of the gallant south,
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth,
Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh,
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh.

Here is fruit for the crows to pluck,
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck,
For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop,
Here is a strange and bitter cry.



Wild is the Wind

Love me love me love me
Say you do
Let me fly away
With you
For my love is like
The wind
And wild is the wind

Give me more
Than one caress
Satisfy this
Hungriness
Let the wind
Blow through your heart
For wild is the wind

You...
Touch me...
I hear the sound
Of mandolins
You...
Kiss me...
With your kiss
My life begins
You’re spring to me
All things
To me

Don’t you know you’re
Life itself
Like a leaf clings
To a tree
Oh my darling,
Cling to me
For we’re creatures
Of the wind
And wild is the wind
So wild is the wind

Wild is the wind
Wild is the wind

I haven't written here for a long long time.. I have two exams tomorrow and yet this is the day i have to write! this term has been by far the hardest term. There are so many things i haven't had time for. I miss my piano so badly that listening to the pieces i used to play almost brings me into tears. My taar is right next to me but i haven't been kind to it lately. I miss my TO home, family and friends and of course the city. there are so many of my friends (including the ones in Iran!) i want to talk you. you can feel so isolated if you're doing labs all day and then spend all your time in the library catching up..

for some reason i'm not even stressed. i'm not done studying for either subject, yet i'm so relaxed. it must be the music. it was so beautiful today. the 2 hours of sitting under the sun, lying on the grass, and not so much worrying about exams, helped me regain so much energy and happiness! I cannot wait for the summer to come.. i hope our trip to New York works out, or maybe a trip to Vancouver.. i just love day dreaming. dreaming about going to Europe made me so excited that now I just want to keep on dreaming.afterall, without dreams and hope, you cannot go on.. the act of dreaming and trying to acheive it gives you so much energy and will that it is merely a sufficient reason to justify itself, even if you never reach it.
aah i should go back to cramming..
Anthropology is actually interesting if you don't have to memorize so much..here's one interesting fact. The Nayar caste in india don't have marriages as defined in most cultures. The "bride" lives in a large household with her family, where she is visited by her numerous "visiting husbands" who come at night and leave the following day. The husbands are not responsible for her children since they wouldn't know who the father is! so it's the bride's family (usually brother) that supports her children, since he is probably a visiting husband himself with no responsibility!

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آسمان تو چه رنگ است امروز؟

آفتابي ست هوا؟

يا گرفته است هنوز ؟

من در اين گوشه كه از دنيا بيرون است

آفتابي به سرم نيست

از بهاران خبرم نيست

آنچه مي بينم ديوار است

آه اين سخت سياه

آن چنان نزديك است

كه چو بر مي كشم از سينه نفس

نفسم را بر مي گرداند

ره چنان بسته كه پرواز نگه

در همين يك قدمي مي ماند

كورسويي ز چراغي رنجور

قصه پرداز شب ظلماني ست

نفسم مي گيرد

كه هوا هم اينجا زنداني ست

هر چه با من اينجاست

رنگ رخ باخته است

آفتابي هرگز

گوشه چشمي هم

بر فراموشي اين دخمه نينداخته است

اندر اين گوشه خاموش فراموش شده

كز دم سردش هر شمعي خاموش شده

باد رنگيني در خاطرمن

گريه مي انگيزد

ارغوانم آنجاست

ارغوانم تنهاست

ارغوانم دارد مي گريد

چون دل من كه چنين خون ‌آلود

هر دم از ديده فرو مي ريزد

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اين چه راز ي است كه هر بار بهار

با عزاي دل ما مي آيد ؟

كه زمين هر سال از خون پرستوها رنگين است

وين چنين بر جگر سوختگان

داغ بر داغ مي افزايد ؟

ارغوان پنجه خونين زمين

دامن صبح بگير

وز سواران خرامنده خورشيد بپرس

كي بر اين درد غم مي گذرند ؟

ارغوان خوشه خون

بامدادان كهكبوترها

بر لب پنجره باز سحر غلغله مي آغازند

جان گل رنگ مرا

بر سر دست بگير

به تماشاگه پرواز ببر

آه بشتاب كه هم پروازان

نگران غم هم پروازند

ارغوان بيرق گلگون بهار

تو برافراشته باش

شعر خونبار مني

ياد رنگين رفيقانم را

بر زبان داشتهباش

تو بخوان نغمه ناخوانده من

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ه.ا. سايه

Finally, got a squirrel in my photo! ..last days in my backyard at Waterloo..

Who is this?!

A Bearded Dragon in Sobhan's hand!
July 16, Sudbury

It was such a fun and relaxing weekend, well needed after the tiring midterms..
We went to Simcoe lake yesterday. Had a great time at the beach, finally feeling the summer air! Canoeing was so relaxing and definitly a very good exercise, since i can feel every muscle in my back and arms! Thanks to Saba and Sheida for the great times! i already feel the day is in my memories.. too early for it to be a memory, but i guess i'm back to real Waterlooian life with mind and soul!

I always love watching kids, i mean watching them very closely and relating almost everything they do to myself and in general to adults. I cannot believe i'm one of the adults now, the kid that wrote in her memoires that she would never grew up to be an adult and that she will always read the "daftarche khaateraat" to remember why she hated adults, so that she wouldn't be one of them! too bad, my little notebook is in Iran. I so want to read it now. it better not have been lost!

We were watching the kids playing at the beach, right on the shore, or within the lake at most 2 meters from the sand. There was this little girl who was wearing a life-saving jacket ( i have no idea what they're called in English! i mean jeligheye nejaat) and was floating on a plastic ring.. She was shouting for help non-stop! only if she knew that her rubber ring was on the sand and that she wasn't even in the water. it was only the waves that were touching her, making her feel she was drowning or something! it was just so funny to watch her. all her brothers and sisters (ya it was a large family) were playing around very close to her, and nobody even paid any attention to her, and her calls for help. The greatest help to her would be just to show her the position she was in, so she would know she's not deep into the lake or anything. I guess a lot of times the feeling of misery comes from not knowing what state we're in, and knowing how easy it is to stand up and step into the land. We need someone or some happening to wake us up and shake us so we can get some vision. It's also amazing how kids can become happy so easily. They can spend hours building a sand castle, watch it collopase, and start again, without complaining. They know better that there's no real point in having the castle at the end anyway, the whole enjoyment is in building it. I wish I could still be a kid, happy and careless.. hmm, but then i would never enjoy watching other kids as I do as an adult!

I didn't realize I wrote so much. I hadn't posted anything for a while and now I'm back with this long mumbling! will write better next time! too tired and sore to sit down any longer!

Here's a story I very much enjoyed and had meant to put a link to, a while ago!

It seems to me that it had been a long time I hadn’t seen a lot of things. Either because I was blind or because I was stuck in an empty room full of vacant space that was trying to choke me. I survived.

Sounds of the waves.. The breeze touching the surface of the water, touching your face and soul, just to tell you that it's all worth it. This one is the music of the soil, of the earth that is freshly ploughed. Of those labours’ hands that save the land from erosion. Or rather, delay the erosion of land.

Don’t you run! You’ll fall off the train.. Giggles, and more giggles. Maybe that’s why I want to run!
..
Your spirit begins to dance as the whole orchestra is dancing with such playful beats. The air is full of joy, full of life. The violin is fiddling. What a talent!
.. what happened I thought you were going to become a musician? No, that dream will stay a dream forever. Wait, I’ll take it forward to the next generation.. it won’t be too late, not late this time.

Are you upset? I didn’t mean to hurt you…
I know. I know. You cannot hurt someone intentionally if you don’t understand what hurts them.

How many times have you loved a piece because it’s been so melancholy and romantic, that has arose your deepest emotions, that has brought out the best in you - the most sincere part of you. Do love and melancholy tie together so closely?
With such passion, she's playing the violin. I can see her eyes, her closed eyes. And I can feel my tears dropping by my lips..that familiar salty taste. Are you crying again?

Did I ever tell you how much I love your eyes? That kind gaze of yours when you fix your eyes on some distant point, some point in infinity. In heavens, perhaps. Or when you fix them on me, with that same compassion that makes me feel you are penetrating into the deepest layers of my soul.

She’s my age, already accomplished her dream.. do you remember the Impromptu? no, I’m trying so hard to forget.

You’re dedicating too much of your time and mind to music. you’re drowning. Let it go. Focus on your goal. So it’s not my goal anymore. It’s not what I should be dedicated to.. sigh, I keep forgetting it’s not my goal.

And here is the final dance. The folkloric themes are back, so is the joy. It always ends happy: happy ever after. Happy? That’s when I walk down the street right after rain.. that’s the state I’m in right now..
Don’t be so worried. It’s not worth it.

That’s a plastic sword. It’s only plastic. It won’ t hurt. Don’t run away! I told you it’s just for fun.
Of course I love children. Who doesn’t?
I wish you hadn’t killed the child in you. What happened to your innocent smile?

I just feel sorry for you. I want to save you because I love you. Don’t be so stubborn. Open your eyes, it’s time to wake up!

چرا وجودت پر از اين همه خشم است؟ خشمي اين چنين آتشين! دلم به حالت مي سوزه.
چون بيشتر از هر کسي خودت صدمه مي بيني.. خودت را داري از بين مي بري
مي داني چرا؟ چون عاشق نيستي.. اصلا تا به حال هيچوقت عاشق بوده اي؟ عاشق انسانها، عاشق طبيعت، عاشق موسيقي، عاشق زيستن، عاشق عشق ورزيدن؟
من؟ چرا، من هم مي بينم، مرا هم گاهي حس تهوع دگرگون مي کند. با اين وجود، سراپا عاشق زندگيم.

اگر عشق نيست
هرگز هيچ آدميزاده را
تاب سفري اين چنين نيست

پس آخر تو به چه اميدي، به چه دلخوشي هر روز چشمانت را باز مي کني؟

Let go of the strings. I just want to hear your voice. Let your voice out of this cage. I haven’t heard it in a while.

La Vie en Rose!

This is the third picture i took with the new camera, and I haven't edited it yet. I have to remove the cd cover at the corner of the pic! so please don't get too disappointed in my photography.

BREAKING NEWS

Farzaneh's Camera has arrived! more updates coming soon...

inja waterloo ast, sedaye faryaade sho'gh!