Bullog

It’s late in the desert, no month to name. I don’t know the day, no line to claim. You wrote of your cold; here the daylight is burning. I’m writing you now, though the silence is withering.

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  ساعت چهارِ صبحه، آخرِ دسامبر. الان دارم برات می‌نویسم که ببینم بهتری یا نه…   نیویورک سرده، ولی از جائی‌که دارم توش زندگی می‌کنم خوشم می‌‌آد. تمام شب تویِ خیابونِ «کلینتون» داره موزیک پخش می‌شه.   می‌شنوم که Read more

“My guitar is so beautiful. sometimes I wish I could play it.”

Leonard Cohen

  Leonard Cohen – The Night of Santiago

 

I hear the traffic On the Main Love my coffee Love Charmaine

Another day To rise and fall Make a buck Start and stall

I love Charmaine Her heart is kind I’m still a fool She doesn’t mind

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