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January 29, 2005
The gigolo and the poet soldier ( for Fereydoon )
You still walk on your toes,
Chewing your words, hurriedly
Half smile, turn your head
As your black hair covers your eyes
We were so young, so clear
Our world was so small,
We looked further,
And came a long way
To find our gold
I wrote you long letters,
When you went away, you
Surprised me by visits
I did not know,
Double dating Maggie, and Liisa
Driving your BMW, and then
It was you, me, and Pink Floyed,
Sitting on top of that hill,
Many starry nights
We are still here
Living different lives,
Findinf each other between
E-mails and instant messages,
Me , asking for a hug, you accepting
And the stubborn need in us
To hold the line
The gigolo and the poet soldier
Posted by Idinraha at January 29, 2005 10:32 AM
Comments
Pink Floyd...has a way of bringing about it's own atmosphere, don't you think? timeless music for the soul. I love the way you write of the people in your life, the pedestal on which you hold them up. also a sense of sadness for days long gone...and hopeful for the ones that still lay ahead.
Posted by: metalnymph at January 30, 2005 02:27 PM
my most favorite song ever:
http://www.mp3search.ru/m3u.html?id=95656
Fereydoon!!
ps: Thanks again Javad!
Posted by: Fereydoon at February 1, 2005 02:54 AM