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And then It was Us. تقدیم به همه ی پدرهای دنیا. قبل از شروع این داستان،دلم میخواد یک خاطره واستون تعریف کنم. یک خاطره از یک سوال تو یک کلاس. سوال این بود: شما اگر بتونید، روزی چند ساعت با پدرتون صحبت می کنید؟ هر کس تو جواب این سوال یه چیزی گفت! یکی گفت یک ربع. یکی گفت بیست دقیقه و من هم به دروغ. گفتم نیم ساعت. اما چیزی. ی کل کلاس شد، این بود که یکی گفت شش. و اون با یه صدای آروم و خنده ی تلخ بهم گفت: من پدرم فوت شده. بازم ما نهار نداریم؟ جلو خودم رو گرفتم و با یک خنده که تلخیش لبمو خشکوند گفتم: حالا عیب ن...

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تا رهایی - Santa Claus

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And then It was Us. نوشته شده در سهشنبه 11 شهریورماه سال 1393ساعت. Design by : Night Skin. پنل اس ام اس رایگان. مجله فرهنگ و هنر. تعداد بازدید ها: 27105.

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Santa Claus

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And then It was Us. A very old short story, for a very old friend and BROTHER. It was the last sound I heard! Bang But was it the big bang's sound? What bang was it? Bang and everything went black. I woke up in the street. It was still dark. I don’t know how much I had slept, but wait. I don’t have a bed! Why am I on air? I was floating on air. There was a slaughtered man on the pavement. Two holes, one in his head and the other in his heart. I remembered. It wasn’t one shot, it wasn't two. He stopped fo...

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Santa Claus

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And then It was Us. Design by : Night Skin. پنل اس ام اس رایگان. مجله فرهنگ و هنر. تعداد بازدید ها: 27104.

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Santa Claus

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And then It was Us. Asked the little angel. Asked the little angel. He asked the question. I said: It’s not living anymore. He asked: What is living? I said its adoration. He asked: what is adoration? I said: Without adoration, it means death. And then he asked me again. But I had no answer for the little angel who wanted to know why humans are living and then I died. نوشته شده در چهارشنبه 19 آبانماه سال 1389ساعت. Design by : Night Skin. پنل اس ام اس رایگان. مجله فرهنگ و هنر. تعداد بازدید ها: 27102.

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Santa Claus

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And then It was Us. And then all my money was gone. I came out of the casino and thought for a moment. I felt nothing. I had nothing to deal with now and so I had no feeling. Like you know, the feeling starts at the moment when you want to have something and now that I had lost all my things I had no feeling. I was no more. I looked the watch. It was 3 am. I turned around. What else I had in my home? No better to make it house. My house? Nothing. So why to feel sorry for? قهوه ای با یه حمله به سفید، سفید...

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What makes writers? - Santa Claus

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And then It was Us. What makes a writer? The truth is a writer is always alone. We are more emotional than any people around us and everything hurts more than what it hurts other. But what we do, we do it all to share our loneliness. To get Audiences' attention, to be read. A service, done for nothing more than satisfaction we get from other's attention. So Absurd, So sublime. نوشته شده در شنبه 2 شهریورماه سال 1392ساعت. Design by : Night Skin. پنل اس ام اس رایگان. مجله فرهنگ و هنر. تعداد بازدید ها: 27103.

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Santa Claus

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And then It was Us. نوشته شده در سهشنبه 11 شهریورماه سال 1393ساعت. Design by : Night Skin. پنل اس ام اس رایگان. مجله فرهنگ و هنر. تعداد بازدید ها: 27101.

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Santa Claus

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And then It was Us. Heavier than burial place. As dead as carcass. As grey as darkness,. My sadness burden is on my reverse. نوشته شده در یکشنبه 28 شهریورماه سال 1389ساعت. Silence of midnight was all I could hear. Sitting on the station, I was the only person not home at that hour. Even the animals had left the roads and were in their nests. But me, I was still sitting in the dark station. I starts engine and headed home. Again none, nothing, no one. I open one of my houses doors and go inside. Tonight i...