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Removing a beggar in Tehran.

Sunshine in Sheffield

Today I couldn't stay in! So I took my camera and walked in the city to hunt nice pictures. The atmosphere of the city was amazing. People were enjoying nice weather and trying to forget what's going to happen tomorrow. People were so relax seemed the day would last forever. Although I didn't know anyone there, I wasn't a stranger. No one blocked my view. People were laughing and they were happy. We all were there out for one thing: The Sun! No one could sell it or cover it. There was no competition over it. It was plenty of sunshine for everyone and each person was enjoying in its own way.

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Sohrab Sepehri Online

Life is a pleasant custom
Life wears wings as wide as death
It leaps to the dimensions of love
Life is nothing that might from my mind and your mind in the tip of habit’s shelf
Life is the attraction of a hand that reaps
Life is the first black fig in the acrid mouth of summer
Life is the dimension of a tree in the eyes of an insect
Life is the experience of bat in the darkness
Life is a strange sense experienced by a migrating bird
Life is the whistling of a train ringing in the sleep of a bridge
Life is like looking at a garden through the closed window of an airplane
The news of a rocket flying to the space
Touching the solitude of moon
The thought of smelling the flower in other planets

Life is washing a plate

Life is finding a penny in the street gutter
Life is the square of the mirror
Life is the flower multiplied to eternity
Life is the earth multiplied in our heartbeats
Life is a simple and monotonous geometry of breaths

Where I am, let it be so
The sky is mine
The window, thought, air, love, earth is mine
What signifies?
If mushrooms of nostalgia
Sometimes grow?

Results of my color test!

I did a color test few days ago and the following answer came up:

Your color is black! The color of night. Serene and mysterious, black conjures up images of elegant evening gowns, dashing tuxedos, and gleaming limousines. Traditionally a symbol of success, black also represents power and uncompromising demand for perfection. Not surprisingly, you tend to get challenging goals for yourself and do whatever it takes to achieve them - your strenght of character is second to none. This unfaltering determination, along with your natural elegence, impress people. Black, is the color of professionalism and achievement!

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Hope!

Two papers ready to publish on my desk, few positions on the web ready to apply for and plenty of time but I am sitting on my black sofa doing nothing. I need time to recover. Recovery from what? From something which I knew it! From something that I predicted according to all facts that I knew! Then what’s wrong with me? I feel cold just like black coal. I had a wonderful weekend with my friends and I knew what I will be told today morning but everything changed when I heard that news. I am not going to share the news with you and I am sorry for that but I think there is something that I am missing here. A very very dear friend told me that I am negative! I don’t know. Believe me or not I had a great hope although I had predicted the result. I knew it but I did not want to accept it. I predicted but I didn’t prepare myself for it. Now I have to accept it because it happened, I was informed officially and nothing on the earth can change it. Do I know myself? Or there is something else? We know something but we don’t want to accept it? We feel a pain but we ignore it? Things passing on back of my mind so fast in few seconds, trying to analyse the situation. Then asking my self what’s the point of hoping when we know something? Or we shouldn’t hope to something when we already know the results! Is there something else? Or its our nature? Business rules say don’t bet on loosing horse. Then why we bet, cross our finger and hope that something change it? There should be something. A gravity or energy that drives us to try harder and hope to changes. I know I will be fine and this is not the end of the world but! Why we are hoping? We feel something, we know something and then we hope we get something else out of it! I wonder if I know myself enough! How is that possible to feel so heavy when I already knew it? This is the closest thing to craziness that ever happened to me. I wish I could answer it. Is it because I don’t like loosing? I have learned that more mistakes I make better I get. I learned a lot from this experience regardless of its result. It told me that I have a great potential and good skills and its only lack of experience which stops me from getting it. But still I can’t get over it. The hope bubble has exploded although I knew it would happen. I wasn’t ready for that explosion or I didn’t want to accept it regardless of all those known facts. There is something else and I am going to find it out.