Tuesday, July 24, 2012
Saturday, July 14, 2012
Saturday, June 30, 2012
Sunday, June 24, 2012
Thursday, June 21, 2012
Sunday, June 3, 2012
Hey you ...
Hey you, out there in the cold
Getting lonely, getting old
Can you feel me?
Hey you, standing in the aisles
With itchy feet and fading smiles
Can you feel me?
Hey you, dont help them to bury the light
Don't give in without a fight.
Hey you, out there on your own
Sitting naked by the phone
Would you touch me?
Hey you, with you ear against the wall
Waiting for someone to call out
Would you touch me?
Hey you, would you help me to carry the stone?
Open your heart, I'm coming home.
But it was only fantasy.
The wall was too high,
As you can see.
No matter how he tried,
He could not break free.
And the worms ate into his brain.
Hey you, out there on the road
always doing what you're told,
Can you help me?
Hey you, out there beyond the wall,
Breaking bottles in the hall,
Can you help me?
Hey you, don't tell me there's no hope at all
Together we stand, divided we fall.
- Hey You, Pink Floyd
Saturday, April 14, 2012
Tired ...
اینکه چندبار و چه مدتی او را زده بودند، بهیاد نمیآورد. همواره پنج شش آدم سیاهجامه با هم به جانش میافتادند، گاهی با مشت، گاهی با تعلیمی، گاهی با میلهی فولادین، گاهی با پوتین. زمانهایی بود که به بیشرمی حیوان بر کف سلول میغلتید و با تلاش بیپایان و نومید بدنش را اینسو و آنسو میکشانید تا از شر لگدهای آنان در امان بماند و همینکار سبب میشد که لگدهای بیشتر و بیشتری بر دندههایش، شکمش، آرنجش، ساق پاهایش، کشالهی رانش و... نثار شود. زمانهایی بود که زدنها آنقدر ادامه میيافت که آنچه بیرحمانه و خبیث و نابخشودنی مینمود کردار نگهبانان نبود، که ناتوانی وی از واداشتن خویش به بیهوشی بود.
- ۱۹۸۴، جورج اورول
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