June 2, 2011


The melody of life

At times I feel to be so happy
that it looks like
I want to shout
from the space of my tee glass;
”This is the song of life
that I recite”

I don’t have any instrument
I can’t read the notes
but I recite the melody of life
in myself
in my feeling

How can I do it
with out instrument?

No; I do not play
This is the music;
which plays in me
and so that
its me
who play the melody

and my melody,
is a soft one
such that I feel
it’s elegancy
like the contact
of my daughter’s hand
when she touch my arms

And this is the present melody of my life


Mahyar Faravardeh




Minne om en Kveld

Avstand er intet


Masoud, en guttunge fra Kabul

Høydepunkter fra onkels liv



Her eyes

The melody of life

The evening of a memorial


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