beautiful sunsets need cloudy skies

If I only have few minutes to live, I'd stare at your face while you sleep. I'd spent my last minutes with the thought of you in mind. It'd be a peaceful farewell.

In the wilderness, a tree so old live by A tree so tall and firm and brawny and dry Amidst the foggy lawn The droplets in its every leaves, in the morning sun Shines like a twinkling fairy glitter having fun I think that tree felt cold; it existed long before I I couldn't utter words for birds are enjoying their time--     they seem so jolly and alive Then, a fruit fell right before my eyes It was covered with dirt, cracked; I sighed I could understand then, when the fruit is ripe It needs to go and live its life; It could never grow if it still hangs there with the fruits that live in his time

The all-powerful Zahir seemed to be born with every human being and to gain full strength in childhood, imposing rules that would thereafter always be respected: 🕳️ People who are different are dangerous; they belong to another tribe; they want our lands and our women. 🕳️We must marry, have children, reproduce the species. 🕳️Love is only a small thing, enough for one person, and any suggestion that the heart might be larger than this is considered perverse. 🕳️When we marry, we are authorized to take possession of the other person, body and soul. 🕳️We must do jobs we detest because we are part of an organized society, and if everyone did what they wanted to do, the world would come to a standstill. 🕳️We must buy jewelry; it identifies us with our tribe, just as body piercing identifies those of a different tribe. 🕳️We must be amusing at all times and sneer at those who express ...