Jamshidiye Park, Tehran - Mar. 30, 2007Photo: A. Sattari
- Milk and sugar?
- No thanks.
Looking to the central station's big clock, it was 14.41. exactly 9 minutes left. A cup of dark coffee and a chocolate muffin, both in a steel tray, make an attractive view on my table. As the light of the ceiling lamps are reflected on the table's surface, my dreams begin...
A new life is waiting for me. Wow, what a nice place I'd sleep in tonight. What new appliances, hobbies, and facilities would I get? Too many new good friends. Blue sky, with drizzling at hot summer days and snowing in dull winter days. Everything is going to be perfect. I will never miss here. There are too many rooms, streets, and districts like mine in this world. Some of them are much better. So why should I miss my room? Why should I miss my flower pot? I won't like to even visit this place again! It was disgusting...
Suddenly my coffee cup poured on the table! Nobody else is here. I must have hit it! Ough, my heads are always up in the clouds. The waitress brings another coffee for me. Coffee for real! And puts it right besides the chocolate muffin.
I should not miss these things! But maybe I miss Ziiiii, my best friend. And, what about my neighbor's old shoes always being seen back of his open door! thinking a while, I'm going to miss it. I will be missing the nice smell of my flower. I'll miss the nice streets, beautiful spring, hot summer, colorful autumn, and cold, slippy winters I've experienced.
I'm missing my dearests to whom I should have been much more grateful! missing all the Biiis and Ziiis. All the Diiis and Giiis! There are too many rooms, too many streets, too many flower pots, too many new friends, and too many Biiis and Ziiis! But none of them are like my own room, my domesticated flower, my old friends, and my beloved Biiis and Ziiis. Yes, they are mine and I'm theirs, all of us feeling free and happy!
While hearing some signals, I spontaneously look at the big clock of the railway station. It's 3 in the afternoon, and I've already missed my train!
With a smile from my heart within, free from internal blames or sadness, I drink my cold coffee. Thanks to all my faithfully domesticated beloveds who have domisticated me, I enjoy my sweetest dark coffee!
Yes, I'll never leave you all. I'm such; whether you think I'm simple or complicated, whether you call me stupid or faithful, and whether you remember me as crazy or loyal buddy!
- No thanks.
Looking to the central station's big clock, it was 14.41. exactly 9 minutes left. A cup of dark coffee and a chocolate muffin, both in a steel tray, make an attractive view on my table. As the light of the ceiling lamps are reflected on the table's surface, my dreams begin...
A new life is waiting for me. Wow, what a nice place I'd sleep in tonight. What new appliances, hobbies, and facilities would I get? Too many new good friends. Blue sky, with drizzling at hot summer days and snowing in dull winter days. Everything is going to be perfect. I will never miss here. There are too many rooms, streets, and districts like mine in this world. Some of them are much better. So why should I miss my room? Why should I miss my flower pot? I won't like to even visit this place again! It was disgusting...
Suddenly my coffee cup poured on the table! Nobody else is here. I must have hit it! Ough, my heads are always up in the clouds. The waitress brings another coffee for me. Coffee for real! And puts it right besides the chocolate muffin.
I should not miss these things! But maybe I miss Ziiiii, my best friend. And, what about my neighbor's old shoes always being seen back of his open door! thinking a while, I'm going to miss it. I will be missing the nice smell of my flower. I'll miss the nice streets, beautiful spring, hot summer, colorful autumn, and cold, slippy winters I've experienced.
I'm missing my dearests to whom I should have been much more grateful! missing all the Biiis and Ziiis. All the Diiis and Giiis! There are too many rooms, too many streets, too many flower pots, too many new friends, and too many Biiis and Ziiis! But none of them are like my own room, my domesticated flower, my old friends, and my beloved Biiis and Ziiis. Yes, they are mine and I'm theirs, all of us feeling free and happy!
While hearing some signals, I spontaneously look at the big clock of the railway station. It's 3 in the afternoon, and I've already missed my train!
With a smile from my heart within, free from internal blames or sadness, I drink my cold coffee. Thanks to all my faithfully domesticated beloveds who have domisticated me, I enjoy my sweetest dark coffee!
Yes, I'll never leave you all. I'm such; whether you think I'm simple or complicated, whether you call me stupid or faithful, and whether you remember me as crazy or loyal buddy!
Date: Feb. 19, 2009
Composed in: Stockholm, Gamlastan
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