The Dream Rain

I'm looking out through the window. it's still raining. There are a lot of peole and cars in the street. They are passing each other,talking, yelling,...they can understand each other good enough ...

And I'm still thinking about going away, about how I can get away. I have to foget about that all, forget about all those beauties and ugliness, all that lovely and unlovely things,yaeh, I belong to this land. Iran, the land of sweet dreams and miracles, the land of goodness and injustice, the land of the paradox...

I have to go. I can't wacht all that I loveing in this land, crashing down on me.All beauties, cleanness, purity...there is a big storm in this land, which is grabbing and taking away love, happiness, and holiness...I have to go.like the others that have gone bofore.just getting away, to somewhere else , no matter anymore, somewhere that is not here...

It's still winter.The whiteness of colours and the sound of birds has coverd all the space.I'm walking beside the embassy wall slowly.What a pity that it's not autumn right now!I wish I could bring the autumn into the winter! whit all of its beauties, yellow and orange colors and raines...

The small peices of ice are coming down from the sky and a small bird is jumping over the pavement. I try to walk faster, try to pass the wall faster...why...actually I don't know...I'm just thinking about running away from this land...going away from the land that I loved it, from the land that I born in it ,the land that I love it...