Happy Nowrooz

Happy the new Persian year 1387 Hijrat, 7030 Mitraian, 3746 Zaraostrian and 2567 Archemedian.
Yes, Mohammad the prophet had traveled from Mecca to Medina 1387 years ago, but my land, Persia, was celebrating Nowrooz 5845 years before that. Moreover, 2361 years before his travel, my people was worshiping the only God and Cyrus, the great, was distributing friendship between people all over the world about 1182 years before that trip.
We have the true calendar, the start of spring season is start of our new year. We count it even in seconds to change the year exactly on time.
Westerns have borrowed their Georgian calendar from us. Count back from December as 10th. month, November as the 9th month, October as 8th month, September as 7th. month to see we were cultural cousins a day.
Happy Nowrooz to All Then.

Everybody Knows

Leonard Cohen's Style:
Everybody knows what election means

Everybody knows what power is

Everybody knows the bullet kills

Everybody knows a tortured fears
Everybody knows how it goes
Everybody knows the captain is wrong

Everybody knows the storm is strong

Everybody knows day after day

Everybody knows our people should pay
Everybody knows how it goes

Learning steps

Being far apart of you, what should I learn?
Being united again at last, why should I learn?
If you be with me, miracles I learn,
and if you don't, I won't.

Do not leave if I am not an intellect,
teach them me, I am not a perfect.
Since the time is passed with you everywhere,
I will learn by time anyway.
Ferro pieces I become around a magnet fraction,
to learn the meaning of attraction.

Like a fish I make a shield of me,
to learn the deep floation in blue ocean.

Like the heart of mine I drink the red wine,
to learn the sense of true passion.

I don't know by what I learn how to faith,
someone said by faith itself.

An exercise of translation of Rumi poems from Shams collection.

what I wish

A life, current like a river, I wish

A delicious crime, like the apple, I wish

A land, I don't have

The blue sky be mine, I wish

The hidden from sights who ows eyes,

The anonymous evident lord of all, I wish.

The Future is Murder!

From Leonard Cohen:
Give me back my broken night, my mirrored room, my secret life, it's lonely here, there's no one left to torture.Give me absolute control, over every living soul, and lay beside me baby, that's an order!Give me crack and careless sex, take the only tree that's left and stuff it up the hole in your culture.Give me back the Berlin wall, give me Stalin and St Paul, I've seen the future, brother: it is murder! Things are going to slide, slide in all directions, won't be nothing, nothing you can measure, anymore. The blizzard, the blizzard of the world has crossed the threshold, and it has overturned. When they said "Repend" I wonder what they meant.
You don't know me from the wind you never will, you never did, I'm the little jew, who wrote the Bible. I've seen the nations rise and fall, I've heard their stories, heard them all, but love's the only engine of survival. Your servant here, he has been told to say it clear, to say it cold: It's over, it ain't going any further. And now the wheels of heaven stop you feel the devil's riding crop: get ready for the future: it is murder. There'll be the breaking of the ancient western code, our private life will suddenly explode, there'll be phantoms, there'll be fires on the road and the white man dancing. You'll see a woman hanging upside down her features covered by her fallen gown and all the lousy little poets coming round tryin' to sound like Charlie Manson. Give me back the Berlin wall, give me Stalin and St Paul, give me Christ or give me Hiroshima. Destroy another fetus now, we don't like children anyhow, I've seen the future, baby: it is murder!