I Am an Iranian Daughter

Iran`s Historical Monuments,Iranian`s ceremonies,and some times my Thoughts, Diary...

Sunday, June 19, 2005

My love

Love is:

You cook him a desert, when you are on a diet.
I still love you more and more!

4 Comments:

At 12:07 PM , Blogger eftekhar said...

where are you?

 
At 1:23 PM , Blogger ΤΑΣΟΣ said...

INTELLIGIBLE sun of justice and you, glorifying myrtle
do not, I implore you do not forget my country !

Its high mountains eagle-shaped, its volcanos all vines in rows
and its houses the whiter for neighboring near the blue!

My bitter hands circle with the Thunderbolt to the other side of Time
I Summon my old friends with treat and running blood!

INTELLIGIBLE sun of justice and you, glorifying myrtle
do not, I implore you do not forget my country !

I wish democrasy for your Country and personal succes

 
At 6:47 AM , Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hopefully in that democracy there will not be women's rights.

"To gain the world and lose your soul"
What good would it be if you have no good submissive obedient little wives?
(not that you have them now, I've heard bad things about iranian women...)

 
At 8:38 PM , Anonymous Ma.... said...

I'm in your hand ...

 

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