SailToTheMoon

In life there are certain sores that, like a canker, gnaw at the soul in solitude and diminish it and I write only for my shadow which is cast on the wall in front of the light, I must introduce myself to it.

Finally I realized that I was a demi-god and that I was beyond all the low, petty desires of mankind. I felt the eternal flux within me. What is eternity? Eternity for me was playing hide-and-seek with that whore on the banks of the Suren river; it was a momentary closing of my eyes when I hid my head in her lap.

Blind Owl by: Sadegh Hedayat

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چراغي به دستم، چراغي در برابرم :

من به جنگ سياهي مي روم.


گهواره هاي خستگي

از كشاكش رفت و آمدها

باز ايستاده اند،

و خورشيدي از اعماق

كهكشان هاي خاكستر شده را

روشن مي كند.