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By: Vahid Ghafoury Translator: Sadegh Sheykh-ol-Eslam
Art is the rhytoric and expression of the inside showing the secret hidden under the dominance of silence under the rebels of the ceiling of voice Before telling a lie mentioning of this good is necessary making a stone building with the most frivolus desires up to the emergence of form in dream passing half a fret beyond the volume of excitement the bitter violet screams in the gray means the predominance of wisdom and travelling across the domain of the whole All these and the variety of the nature of things is the reality which forgets the wise of the philosophy for the meeting of the rebirth The life of the matter the survival of wave the endurance of a meaning the essence of a poem the ability of a zero and the music of a music but let us take a fresh breath this is much more necessary than the writing of what can be I can say that the power of his words in the wave of art has got the contentment of the sun thogh both are divisible Or has got the ways already traversed to the bordes of nothing though all are n the way back But this very thing is enough to make me reach the word "No" with it's ruinous power without any secret being there in between No,while in the prime of learning and the issuance of the command of getting out of yellow and into orange entering a sleep full of the hardship and bitterness of the curls nad misery of the curves of dignity No, in front of any question of the mind since I am in front of him/her/him He/she/he who has turned sexuality into the corporeality of ecstasy to have done nothing And not a place itsled to tell more Ecstasy can not be untrue It is impossible for Him/Her/Him to have not been under the sky of the east of the night.
June 2003 /Iran
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