January 23, 2011 at 7:27 pm (poetry)
Deep in…
Deep in the snow play the joyful memories
Of all snow balls rolling in our eyes
Deep in the snow stands the snow man with his black eyes
Smiling in his splendid snow whiteness
Deep in the snow rises the desire of embracing
The purity and beauty of the snow-covered peaks
Deep in the snow I smell the scent of your soul
Approaching me with all its whiteness
Deep in the snow I cry with joy
Opening my arms to this overcoming magnificence
10.12.2010
Fereshteh Vaziri
January 23, 2011 at 7:26 pm (poetry)
Alienation
Alienation settles on my skin
Makes me black makes me yellow
The wheat in my skin covers all the white in me
I get estranged
Alienation
Settles on my tongue
Like a viscid substance
Rotates my words
Makes them a row of larks in chain
Utters them improperly
Under the very look of thousand eyes
I get estranged
Alienation settles on my Name
Makes it difficult to write or to pronounce
I am related to distant primitive tribes
Those obstacles for civilization wheels
I get estranged shortly after my birth
Born as a stranger
I walk like a stranger
I talk like a stranger
In a country that is mine
In a country that is theirs
January 2011 Fereshteh Vaziri
February 18, 2008 at 5:23 pm (Blogroll)
We are all somehow entrapped in the illusory world of internet. Some people pass long hours before this colorful tricky screen, trying to realize their desires. They play, read, write, find new worlds, communicate, make love and fall in love there. What’s the identity of the people who we get to know on the internet, noone knows. A “Trueman” world?
January 31, 2008 at 3:00 pm (Blogroll)
The gloomy sky is hanging over there, days and days and the gloom doesn’t leave my heart. “Dont cry for me Argentina” is repeated in my head. Iran has a lot of victims, it doesn’t cry for any of them. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X4oPWINVVEw&feature=related
Don’t cry for me Argentina
The truth is I never left you
All through my wild days
My mad existence
I kept my promise
Don’t keep your distance
January 21, 2008 at 6:48 pm (Uncategorized)
I always felt so self-confident, I was sure that I am able to do everything that I want and I am interesting enough for a lot of people. I’ve lost this feeling. Is that the gaze that makes me so insecure? You are somehow defined by your social status. If you’re ashamed of what you are, you don’t like yourself. I often think about him, about the respect that he showed me. It was false respect; he rather respect my position than what I was. Who Am I? A weak disappointed woman or a proud self-confident instructor, as they saw me in my classes? How could I be so weak when I love someone? Why is separation so painful for me ? I don’t know, I just don’t know.
December 21, 2007 at 11:44 am (Uncategorized)
It’s sorrowful that your feelings do not grow old the way your body does. It’s the reason that many people behave themselves funny. I always misjudged other people because they didn’t behave their age and now? Do I behave mine? Is there a certain behavoir adjusted for an age? Can I not be romantic when my heart still is? I feel sad when I think that I should control myself and limit myself to my age. Was it my first and last love, the experience that I had with him? I soothe myself, telling my passionate inner child that I could once experience passionate love and that’s enough, but I don’t believe in that. I still need it, I still want it.
November 28, 2007 at 2:42 pm (poetry)
Can your delicate fingers/
Carry the huge wax wings/
To fly and fly further and further?/
What if the sun is nothing but an illusion?/
What if the sun is nothing but poisonous fluid?/
What if the fall is as inevitable as flight?/
What if …?/
Look at my mysterious waves!/
You subtle flying figure!/
The sun of ambition,/
Can only burn your weary wings./
Cool your burning arms,/
In the bed of my azure streams/
Come to me!/
Come to my bed of beauty, life and love!/
Experience the calming coldness of the vast ocean,/
In my open arms!/
The flight and the fall/
Are both the meeting pointsOf the fate,/
That awaits us all/
18.06.2004
September 28, 2007 at 7:59 am (Uncategorized)
It’s difficult to define love in this chaotic world in which nothing has a meaning. Am I unable to love? or am too reasonable? He tells me I am unable to love. I think you should be able to sacrifice for your love and when you can’t you’re not in love. I am at least frank. He claims that he loves without being able to sacrifice anything for it. I do believe that love should have a ground to stand on. I don’t believe in eternal love. There are lots of people that you can love in different periods of your life. True love is a lie!!!!
September 21, 2007 at 7:11 am (Uncategorized)
Everyday that I wake up I find myself in a strange room, a room that is pretty unfamiliar. Where I am and what I do is unknown. Metamorphosis? No! I am still the same person, but something is gone. “Leidenschaft” they say. The grey sky over there is not mine! Mine is a blue shiny one far far away! Am I lost? Where can I find myself? The cold industrial God is standing over there, observing my Sisyphus-like stuggles and laughs, laughs so loudly that I freez in my dreams. What a nightmare!!!!
September 9, 2007 at 9:00 am (Uncategorized)
Immigration is a pain, deep in you, even if you don’t recognize it. There is no cure for it. You leave your country to find your fortune somewhere else. You become aleinated from your own society and you remain alien in the new society. You are always a stranger there even if you have their ID card or their passport. A stranger everywhere, a stranger, who like the Arab in Camus’s work is killed by another native-stranger of the society. Strangers, strangers, strangers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
