Monday, January 28, 2008

!...ben sadece bi pencere istedim

Sonay Ardi at 11:46 PM

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at Tuesday, January 29, 2008 1:20:00 AM Anonymous Anonymous said...

We speak with the lip, and we dream in the soul,
Of some better and fairer day;
And our days, the meanwhile, to that golden goal
Are gliding and sliding away.
Now the world becomes old, now again it is young,
But "The better" 's forever the word on the tongue.

Friedrich von Schiller

 
at Thursday, January 31, 2008 8:22:00 PM Anonymous Anonymous said...

سلام
اميدوارم هميشه اميدوار باشي
;)

 
at Tuesday, February 05, 2008 2:45:00 PM Anonymous Anonymous said...

دوستت دارم را

اگر به روی کاغذ سفيد بی غلط بنويسی ديگر عشق نيست.

چرا که عاشق بودن يعنی ضعفها و اشتباهات يکديگر را در آينه زلال نگاه هم ديدن

وليکن به چاپکی پر زدن پروانه ای از خاطر زدودن.

R. Kahangi

 
at Sunday, February 10, 2008 3:54:00 AM Anonymous Anonymous said...

men fekr mi kerdem ke to geviyter ez iynhayi .kare her kes nist hkermen koften .......mi hkahed o merde kohen

 

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