Afshin-Sabaa

The most fine art always has been Epic to me, where I belong to, even and specially in romance. In other words, Peak of art is Epic! Though I know it also belongs to a terminated epoch, when heroes were real greatness of will and sacrifice, not just animated graphics! And that's why my writings tend to sound Nostalgic! Like the horse which belongs just to the memories from cavaliers, but not the vector of our real time of being. Don Quixote was absolutely right in being born in a wrong time! A comprehensive perception and emphasizing on this contradictory brought Cervantes to the idea and the very point of creating Comedy (1). I'm going

I sing my songs for the sky you live under its immense blue I write my verse for the plain you play on its broad green I contour my paintings for the ample clouds you draw their dances in your white dreams. O! Behold! The sky blue, the plain green, the clouds white, all the nature is just an excuse to tell you something naive of me and you! Afshin February, 13, 2014

The wind's home - where do you live my friend? Once beyond the seven seas on the highest rock the wandering little white cloud asked the wind. She continued seriously but delightfully: wherever I am, you are there I see you always moving you blow the waves in oceans you inbreathe the palms of any oasis you bring lovers' messages and whisper in their ears you caress the spring flowers and sweep the autumn leaves I've seen you always from this height in everlasting movement and this is my desired quest to know where you live my friend? The heavy silence seemed to be the only speech on the mountains in that dawn whiteness and the Sky was the

Incessant Eden All this time such a long time we were wandering in nature searching for cascades and fountains, questing a Utopian heaven. Ah, such a long time, while, fountains were in your eyes cascades in my kisses, immersing my flare in your spring baptisms quenching your fire in my autumn rains. Afshin November XVI 2013

A Candle tonight I'll burn It's about behind and beyond! Sky lovers that we were for thousands of years, Flight lovers since we were aware of it. We conquered skies finally and we flew oh yes we did so far we indeed, too far we did to the Moon and beyond, to the Mercury and beyond, beyond the solar system, and now we're planing again for the beyond, beyond the Milky Way this time... Alas! The greatest sky we forgot but! Like the black holes, we left it behind the vacuity of relations shouts of empty spaces, between our hands, the empty spaces between our hearts more, while no twisted flesh can ever fill the vacuum. Oh, W

Be the Torch With the sense of Sahara, which you recognize well and all its mystery and warmth, which calls you from all its width and even its dell, as always. Have a new Thursday, thirsty for the depth of its feeling, demanding its silence, Be the torch who answers the darkness, with your light and heat. In the most murky of darkness Be Still And Remain Always The Torch! Afshin September 12, 2013

Moi et Jeanne d'Arc Along a long eminent epoch thee have been the resident of my reflexion. As if born mid me. So this is maybe. Maybe with every man's birth, to this macrocosm a woman invited is, A priori she and only she the intrinsic beloved for him is. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Lo! I see her, perennial, the moon in one palm and the other hand holds the dawn. Decree of Providence for the light devotion to be in her palms. Yet I do cognize why never I see the sword. Why that was me the sword in her hand! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ She the burned was and the crucified me. Cross if I was in fire. And yet in the midst of the fire tenon,

Me the universe A river in me is speaking I'm a river A forest in me is burning I'm a forest A slate in me is flying I'm a slate A mountain in me is flowing I'm a mountain A star in me is dawning I'm a star An ocean in me is making love, also erupting clouds I'm an ocean A plain in me is walking away, stepping to gardens I'm a plain A sun in me is crying and germinating I'm a sun A city in me is smothering and breathing I'm a city A desert in me is watching a full moon I'm both the desert and the sky A metropolis in me is birthing I'm a metropolis An I in me is dawning, crying, birthing, playing, laughing, dancing, making love, climbing, con