ارشا روح بزرگى داشت و پشتكارى بى نظير. در سانس اول اجراى آتش كه به يادبودى براى آتشنشانهاى قهرمانمان بود، دستانش سوخت ولى با اصرار سانس دوم را هم اجرا كرد، از همان لحظه كه خبر پروازش را شنيدم تا ابد دلتنگ روح مهربان و زلالش خواهم بود..
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Even if my hat
is thrown to your territory
this time
I won't go back to this game
this was not the deal
you, standing on the peak of my poems
making the world astonished
leaving me nothing but a hat gone with the wind!...
You are not there
to be a balm for my deepest wound
you are not there
to stop me dying
you are not there,
and I died
not of all these balmless wounds
but of you not being there for so long...
I love you
like holding a star in the fist,
like childhood,
like the likelihood of seeing a bright star with a tail,
like midlife,
like the possibility of your occurrence,
like death...
You are not there
to be a balm for my deepest wound
you are not there to stop me dying
you are not there,
and I died
not of all these balmless wounds
but of you not being there for so long ...
Tie me to your scarf
sew me onto your veil like a button
put me on your hair like a hair clip
or wear me like the last perfume that you love
whatever you want to do
just hurry up a little
I am evaporating!
According to my watch
you have not showed up at any of our appointments
which meridian have I left out?
You, my comfort on my restless days!
where in the sky shall I find you?
I am so tired of searching for you on the earth...