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همیشه میون قابه خالیه درهای بسته                 طرح  اندام قشنگت پاک رویایی نشسته

کاش می شد چشام ببینن طرح اندام تو داره         زنده می شه جون می گیره پا توی اتاق می ذاره

کاش می شد صدای پاهات بپیچه تو گوش دالون      طرف دالون بگرده سر آفتاب گردونامون

کاش می شد اما نمی شه   نمی شه بیای دوباره

کاش می شد اما نمیشه این مرام روزگاره......

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One day a young man was standing in the middle of the town

proclaiming that he had the most beautiful heart in the whole valley. A

large crowd gathered and they all admired his heart for it was perfect.

There was not a mark or a flaw in it. Yes, they all agreed it truly was the

most beautiful heart they had ever seen. The young man was very

proud and boasted more loudly about his beautiful heart. 

Suddenly, an old man appeared at the front of the crowd and said, "Why

your heart is not nearly as beautiful as mine." The crowd and the young

man looked at the old man's heart. It was beating strongly, but full of

scars, it had places where pieces had been removed and other pieces

put in, but they didn't fit quite right and there were several jagged edges.

In fact, in some places there were deep gouges where whole pieces

were missing. The people stared -- how can he say his heart is more

beautiful, they thought? 

The young man looked at the old man's heart and saw its state and

laughed. "You must be joking," he said. "Compare your heart with mine,

mine is perfect and yours is a mess of scars and tears." "Yes," said the

old man, "yours is perfect looking but I would never trade with you.

You see, every scar represents a person to whom I have given my love -

I tear out a piece of my heart and give it to them, and often they give me

a piece of their heart which fits into the empty place in my heart, but

because the pieces aren't exact, I have some rough edges, which I

cherish, because they remind me of the love we shared. 

Sometimes I have given pieces of my heart away, and the other person

hasn't returned a piece of his heart to me. These are the empty gouges -

- giving love is taking a chance. Although these gouges are painful, they

stay open, reminding me of the love I have for these people too, and I

hope someday they may return and fill the space I have waiting. So now

do you see what true beauty is?" 

The young man stood silently with tears running down his cheeks. He

walked up to the old man, reached into his perfect young and beautiful

heart, and ripped a piece out. He offered it to the old man with trembling

hands. The old man took his offering, placed it in his heart and then

took a piece from his old scarred heart and placed it in the wound in the

young man's heart. It fit, but not perfectly, as there were some jagged

edges. The young man looked at his heart, not perfect anymore but

more beautiful than ever, since love from the old man's heart flowed into

his. They embraced and walked away side by side.
 

.وقتی دستام خالی باشه       وقتی باشم  عاشق تو 

 غیر دل چیزی ندارم که بدونم لایق تو

دلمو از مال دنیا به تو هدیه داده بودم

با تموم بی پناهی به تو تکیه داده بودم

 هر بلایی سرم اومد    همه زجری که کشیدم

همه رو به جون خریدم      ولی از تو نبریدم

هر جا بودم با تو بودم    هر جا رفتم تو رو دیدم

تو سبک شدن تو رویا          همه جا به تو رسیدم.......

                 مرا دگر نسپاری به دست حادثه ها

که در هجوم ترک شکستنی شده ام

                 هوای پاک ده از یاد من نرفته ولی

اسیر شهر پر از دود آهنی شده ام

                  قوای جاذبه دارد بنای غارت سیب

کجاست الفت دستت که چیدنی شده ام....... 

عجیب در دل من آتشی مهیا شد

به روی آتش دل خویش رها کردم

و خواندمت که تو را عاشقانه می خواهم

و روی گفته صبورانه پا به پا کردم

جوابی از تو نیامد دلم کمی لرزید

نشستم و به دل ناشیانه " ها " کردم

دوباره زمزمه کردم " دوستت دارم "

و پشت پاسخ پلکت  خدا خدا  کردم

سکوت چشم تو در من هزار غوغا کرد

ولی دوباره دلم را به سینه جا کردم!

دو پلک ساکت چشمت پرید و خندیدی

و من به جشن شبنم  های و هو  بپا کردم...........

.

بهتر زندگي کنيم

مي‌گويند عشق كور است.

بله درست مي‌گويند عشق از ديد عاقلان كور است زيرا عشق منطقي در بر ندارد اما در حقيقت عشق چشمان خود را دارد.

چشماني كه در دل بازند و چشم سر آنرا نمي‌بيند.

 و كساني كه عشق را تجربه كرده‌اند مي‌گويند: چشم دل چيزي را مي‌بيند، كه چشم عقل از ديدن آن عاجز است.

اگر عقل مي‌توانست از دريچه‌ي چشمان عشق به عالم بنگرد، ديوانه مي‌گشت.

It takes a minute to have a crush on someone,

but it takes a lifetime to forget someone.

Lucky is the man who is the first love of a woman,

but luckier is the woman who is the last love of a man.

It breaks your heart to see the one you love is

 happy

Love makes life so confusing, but without love

would you really want to live?

Do you love me because I am beautiful

or am I beautiful because I am loved?

Love me now, love me never,

but if you love me, love me forever.

Three things of life that are most valuable -

Love, self-confidence & friends.

Love cures people -- both the ones who give it

and the ones who receive it

All, everything that I understand,

I understand only because I love

Is it better for a woman to marry a man who loves

her

than a man she loves

To the world you may be just one person,

but to one person you may be the world.

Love is like heaven, but it can hurt like hell.

Who do you turn to when the only person

is exactly the one making you cry?

He taught me how to love,

but not how to stop.

Of all forms of caution, caution in love is the most

 fatal

We come to love not by finding a perfect person

,
but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly

Many a young lady does not realize just how strong

her love for a young man is until he fails to pass
the approval test with her parents

Where there is love, there is God also

Give her two red roses, each with a note. The first

 note says 'For the woman

 
I love' and the second, 'For my best friend

A good marriage is like a casserole,

know what goes in it

No one is perfect until you fall in love with them

 Love, true love, is that which can give the most

without asking or demanding anything in return

دیدند خوشم  به غصه آبم کردند

بر آتش چشمتان کبابم کردند

گفتند برو….. که نازشان باید برد

رفتم بزنم درش   جوابم کردند

You are strong...

when you take your grief and teach it to smile.

You are brave...

when you overcome your fear and help others to do the same.

You are happy...

when you see a flower and are thankful for the blessing.

You are loving...

when your own pain does not blind you to the pain of others.

You are wise...

when you know the limits of your wisdom.

You are true...

when you admit there are times you fool yourself.

You are alive...

when tomorrow's hope means more to you than yesterday's mistake.

You are growing...

when you know what you are but not what you will become.

You are free...

when you are in control of yourself and do not wish to control others.

You are honorable...

when you find your honor is to honor others.

You are generous...

when you can take as sweetly as you can give.

You are humble...

when you do not know how humble you are.

You are thoughtful...

when you see me just as I am and treat me just as you are.

You are merciful...

when you forgive in others the faults you condemn in yourself.

You are beautiful...

when you don't need a mirror to tell you.

You are rich...

when you never need more than what you have.

You are you...

when you are at peace with who you are not.

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A dream is a seed

A dream is a seed
The seed of a tree
A tree full of life
And the things you can be

Your dreams are the windows
Through which you can see
A hint of your future
And the things you will be

Each night when you sleep
You're feeding the seed
The seed of the tree
Of who you will be...

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به تبسم به تلکم به دل آرامی تو

به خموشی به تماشای شکیبایی تو

به نفس های تو در سایه سنگین سکوت

به سخن های تو با لهجه شیرین سکوت

شبهی چند شب است آفت جانم شده است

اول اسم کسی ورد زبانم شده است

در من انگار کسی در پی افکار من است

یک نفر مثل خودم تشنه دیدار من است

یک نفر ساده چنان ساده که از سادگی اش

می شود یک شبه پی برد به دل دادگی اش

آه ای خواب گران سنگ سبک بال شده

بر سر روح من افتاده و آواره شده

در من انگار کسی در پی افکار من است

یک نفر مثل خودم تشنه دیدار من است

یک نفر سبز چنان سبز که از سرسبزی اش

می توان پل زد از احساس خدا تا دل خویش

آه ای بیرحم تر از آینه یک لحظه بایست

راستی این شبه هر شبه تصویر تو نیست؟

حتم دارم تویی آن شبه آینه پوش

عاشقی جرم قشنگیست به انکار مکوش

آری آن سایه که شب آفت جانم شده بود

و آن الفبا که همه ورد زبانم شده بود

اینک از پشت دل آینه پیدا شده است

و تماشا گه این خیل تماشا شده است

آن الفبای دبستانی دلخواه تویی

عشق من پاک تر از ابروشب و ماه تویی

تو همانی که هرشب به تو می اندیشم

به تو آری به تو یعنی همان منظر دور

به همان سبز صمیمی به همان ماه بلور

به همان سایه همان محو همان تصویری

که سراغش را از شکل خودم می گیرم

به همان زل زدن از فاصله دور به هم

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