روز اسبریزی

روز اسبریزی پوستم سفید بود. موهای ریخته روی گردنم زردی گندم را داشت. دو لکه‌ی باریک تنباکویی لای دست‌هایم بود. فکر می‌کنم بوی اسب بودنم از روی همین لکه‌ها به دماغم می‌خورد. روزی که توانستم از دیوارک کاج‌های پاکوتاه، جست بزنم و بی‌آنکه پل را ببینم قالان‌خان را از روی...

The shadow inside the mirror

The shadow inside the mirror     The sun has not reached noon. It’s been half a day since I got here. An hour after noon, it first reaches my shoulders. Then my hands fail and my eyes close and my head bends, it begins to turn to the oblique midday...

What does beautiful mean?

What does beautiful mean?   “I did not experience them, they happened to me.” I read somewhere in one of my favorite author books. And I thought I did not experience them, they happened to me. And then I lived them. And not from these ordinary and...

If you remember

If you remember   The woman was standing in a corner of the mall, holding a large can of tomato paste in her hand, and her dress in light gray was lonely and beautiful. I was on the other side, imagining myself looking at the shelves and looking at the prices and...

More naked than any light

More naked than any light   It was autumn first and then it got dark. The leaves of light were absorbed by the earth drop by drop, and the darkness became more and more naked. Autumn was dark, and then we were in the middle of darkness, so naked; Brighter than...