خیس حسرت، پی رخت آن روز ها می شتابم......

عشق در دل تک تک آدمها رو می زنه!!

نگه داشتنش :

                    لیاقت می خواد!

                        هنر می خواد!

                           کار بلدی می خواد!

مهم تر!خواستن بودنش می خواد.......

پ.ن: .........

پ.ن: عنوان؛ تکه ای از سهراب .

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محمود

سلاااام چرا من اينجا نيومده بودم؟؟؟؟ خوبي تو آيدا؟ تو آي دي اف بي ات رو بذار پليز

علی

dies slowly. who does not travel, who does not read, who does not listen to music, who does not find grace in himself, dies slowly. He who slowly destroys his own self-esteem, who does not allow himself to be helped, who spends days on end complaining about his own bad luck, about the rain that never stops He who becomes the slave of habit, who follows the same routes every day, who never changes pace, who does not risk and change the color of his clothes, who does not speak and does not experience dies slowly. who abandon a project before starting it, who fails to ask questions on subjects he doesn't know, who doesn't reply when they are asked something he does know dies slowly . who shuns passion, dotting ones "it’s" rather than a bundle of emotions, the kind that make your eyes glimmer, that turn a yawn into a smile, that make the heart pound in the face of mistakes and feelings dies slowly. , who doesn't turn the tables when the