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Soodaroo in Love
Tuesday, July 20, 2004
 
Distance is nothing, while she cries
And in the far away in the ways of silence
Something broken
Something unholdeable
And this is the truth
Yeah
This is . . .
And nothing left . . . you see . . . ?
 
There is something we named innocence
 
*  *  *  *
 
Pictures were understandable. I closed my eyes and something happened, something like a shout, now I can tell you, tell what is the picture of whole life: Ugly and more ugly and more and more.
 
There is nothing to add to our mind, nothing, because we are dark, our life is dark, our feeling is terrible. How can we manage to continue? I do not know.
 
You know something? We are something that has the power of creation. Creation of the worst, the most worst, and . . .  we are proud, proud of something I told you, something worst than hell . . . something named War.
 
God damn us, yeah, God, please do that.
We need something like death to believe what is unbelievable: we are lost our heaven.
 
Never forgot what Ibsen said: The majority of people are dangerous.
 
Soodaroo
2004-07-20
1:08 AM
After watching the movie: Malena 
 
 
Monday, July 19, 2004
 
She knows me as a complete fuking asshole . . . why not?
It is not the matter of reality, it is the matter of me, me that done all that nonsense, with my hands all motionless . . . (you know yourself, in exactly this moment of time that you are trying to prove, prove that you are a human, and it is a lie, you know, you touch it with your soul, you are a lier, a absolute fucking lier)  
 
It starts and never ends. He followed me all through my life, in all the road you can imagine, he followed, walk in silence, and catch me, I smile and . . . there is nothing after that, nothing left, and my heart stop, time stops and world laugh, laugh to my face, face of a sinful boy.
 
My breathe never followed to smiling after that terrible moments of my life. I think that everything finished.
 
Nothing left remained.
 
You know something, it is the exact time, exact time for having lots of eyes, all wide shut, yeah, it is what I need, eyes wide shut, eyes wide shut . . .
 
You see, I never can hold on . . . never
 
Soodaroo
2004-07-18
11:39 PM
After seeing the movie, Eyes Wide Shut 
  
  
  
  
  
 
Friday, July 16, 2004
  Walt Withman
O Capitan! My Capitan! Our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weather's every rack, the prize we
Sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all
Exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and
Daring;
But O heart! Heart! Heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
 
. . .
 
Walt Whitman – From "O Capitan! My Capitan!"
 
It is start with a whisper in my soul, the power of lines, lines of poems that cover my entire heart with their rhythm and their unique silence . . . .
It was with me from the first day of coming to the university, I want something fresh, something beautiful, something as powerful as sun, and I found it very soon, I read the poem "Alone" By Edgar Allan Poe, and that was fantastic, unbelievable, O, I sought and read, lines of poems cover my soul soon after that day, I start reading, and the first Master I were going around was Walt Whitman.
Today I closed the book and put is aside, I was finished reading The Selection Poems by Walt Whitman. 
What can I say? Lines was powerful, although I did not like all the poems, and all the ideas said within the lines, but I have a very good feeling inside, and I want to continue in this path, now, in this moment of time, Robert Frost is waiting for me, I knocked the door, some one say hi, and I opened . . . the road not taken is waiting me, all the world is waiting me.
 
Soodaroo
2004-07-16
8:27 AM 
  
 
 
  Chnges
Many things were changing within my mind, my soul, and my thoughts. These changes are going to appear in this page as soon as possible. The first one you can see, name of my blog changes, now you can call me a traveler. It is lovely, to be walking in the unknown roads and do not seen and known for anyone. I am someone without a face. You could call me wind, or a rain, it does not matter, it is important that I am free, and freedom is a good feeling, if you can touch it with your entire heart. Waiting. I promise as soon as possible that lots of things are going to change, just look and wait.  
 
Soodaroo
2004-07-16 
 
 
My Name is Soodaroo; I am here to write about my life, my country and literature. I am living in NE of Iran, glad to see you. connect me via soodaroo@gmail.com, thanks

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