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Let’s Talk About Love

Everywhere I go all the places that I’ve been
Every smile is a new horizon on a land I’ve never seen
There are people around the world – different faces different names
But there’s one true emotion that reminds me we’re the same…
Lets talk about love

بیایید از عشق بگوییم
هر کجا که می روم، هر جائیکه تا به حال بوده ام
هر لبخند افق تازهای به سرزمینی که تا کنون ندیده ام می باشد
مردمانی در سراسر دنیا هستند ، با چهره و نام های متفاوت
اما احساس حقیقی یاد آور این امر است که همگی برابریم
بیایید از عشق بگوییم

What I want from myself

I want to drink hot and colorful tea under the sun all the time.
I want you to wash my dishes and dirty clothes.
I want to tease all people on the telephone -with a private number.
I want them to quit nazism¬rasism.
I want to stop all bad accidents bevor they happen
I want to be shinning instead of the sun.
I want an atom reactor to make electrisity fpr all poor people in the world.
I want to kill all killers.
I want to be a bird and shit on all passports cause all birds are free and they dont need passports`
I want a long wood to jump in the sky and I want the sky to keep me for ever.
I want to knock on my neighbor`s door and run away.
I want to smooth a hard heart with sand paper.
I want to tickle my partner.
I want to confuse myself with this question [what so I want from myself]
I want some place to yell.
I want some ear to bite.
I want to be serious when I request some girls for marriage.
I want to dust the sky so that stars will fall down and then I`ll pick them up.
I want when I get up all my friends to bent down to me.
I want to search myself.
I want two chairs to sit with you.
I want to fly to the galaxy.
I want to change all dissapointment to happiness.
I want to go back home soon.

Another thought

A love letter

So one day,
sweet love,
I will come to you
and and dread you like I promised to you.
That you are the queen in my happy home.
Just like I have been so long ago.
And I make you happy with all that
Again, I’ ll love you more than you ever know
in most of my letters I have told you so

what a pleesing day,when we meet again
We are asking, to have no end.