The greatest happiness in life is to believe that we are loved, that we are loved for ourselves, or rather, that we are loved in spite of who we are.
- Victor Hugo. ـــــــــــــــــــ
هستی چه بود ؟
قصهٔ پر رنج و ملالی کابوس پر از وحشتی
ای هستی ِ من و مستی تو ، افسانه های غم افزا ، ،
کو فرصتی ك تا لذتی ببریم از شب وصالی ؟
I ran and on the way I thought about what I remember , why is my memory as vast as all of history ? And why do people live in my memory and I am not in anyone's memory ?
- The Year of Turmoil. ــــــــــــــــ