* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * ** * *ﭼﺸﻢ ﻣﻦ ، ﭼﺸﻤﻪ ﺯﺍﯾﻨﺪﻩ ﺍﺷﮏ ،ﮔﻮﻧﻪ ﺍﻡ ﺑﺴﺘﺮ ﺭﻭﺩﮐﺎﺷﮑﯽ ﻫﻤﭽﻮ ﺣﺒﺎﺑﯽ ﺑﺮ ﺁﺏﺩﺭﻧﮕﺎﻩ ﺗﻮ ﺭﻫﺎ ﻣﯽ ﺷﺪﻡ ﺍﺯ ﺑﻮﺩ ﻭ ﻧﺒﻮﺩChashme man , chashmeyezayandeye ashk ,Goone ambestare roodKashki hamcho hobabi bar abDar negahe to raha mishodam azboodo nabood* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * ** *
( . . . ﺻﺪﺍﯼ ﺑﺎﺭﺍﻥ ﺯﯾﺒﺎﺗﺮﯾﻦ ﺗﺮﺍﻧﻪﺧﺪﺍﺳﺖ ﮐﻪ ﻃﻨﯿﻨﺶ ﺯﻧﺪﮔﯽ ﺭﺍ ﺑﺮﺍﯼﻣﺎ ﺗﮑﺮﺍﺭ ﻣﯽ ﮐﻨﺪ؛ ﻧﮑﻨﺪ ﻓﻘﻂ ﺑﻪ ﮔﻞﺁﻟﻮﺩﮔﯽ ﮐﻔﺸﻬﺎﯾﻤﺎﻥ ﺑﯿﻨﺪﯾﺸﯿﻢ . . . . . .ﺭﻭﺯﮔﺎﺭﯼ ﺑﯿﺪﯼ ﺭﺍ ﺷﮑﺴﺘﻨﺪ ﺑﻪﻧﺎﻣﺮﺩﯼ ﺗﺒﺮ ﺑﺮ ﺭﯾﺸﻪ ﺍﺵ ﺑﺴﺘﻨﺪ ﻭﻟﯽﺍﻓﺴﻮﺱ ﻫﻤﺎﻧﻬﺎﯾﯽ ﺷﮑﺴﺘﻨﺪ ﮐﻪﺭﻭﺭﺯﯼ ﺯﯾﺮ ﺳﺎﯾﻪ ﺍﺵ ﻣﯽﻧﺸﺴﺘﻨﺪ . . . . . . ﻫﺮ ﮐﻪ ﮔﺮﺩﺩ ﭘﺎﮎﻃﯿﻨﺖ ﻣﺤﺮﻡ ﺩﻟﻬﺎ ﺷﻮﺩ ﻫﺮ ﮐﻪ ﺩﺭﺧﻮﻥ ﺻﺎﻑ ﮔﺮﺩﺩ ﻗﺎﺑﻞ ﻣﯿﻨﺎ ﺷﻮﺩ ﺍﺯﺩﻫﺎﻥ ﮔﻞ ﺷﻨﯿﺪﻡ ﺑﺮ ﺳﺮ ﺑﺎﺯﺍﺭ ﮔﻔﺖﻫﺮ ﮐﻪ ﺑﺎ ﻧﺎﮐﺲ ﻧﺸﯿﻨﺪ ﻋﺎﻗﺒﺖ ﺭﺳﻮﺍﺷﻮﺩ . . . ******
ﺑﺮﺍﯾﻢ ﺩﯾﮕﺮ ﻫﯿﭻ ﻧﺪﺍﺷﺖ ﻭ ﻣﻦ ﺩﻟﯿﺮ،ﻣﻐﺮﻭﺭ ﻭ ﺑﯽ ﻧﯿﺎﺯ ﺍﻣﺎ ﻧﻪ ﺍﺯ ﺩﻟﯿﺮﯼ ﻭ ﻏﺮﻭﺭ ﻭﺍﺳﺘﻐﻨﺎ، ﮐﻪ ﺍﺯ ﻧﺪﺍﺷﺘﻦ، ﺍﺯ ﻧﺨﻮﺍﺳﺘﻦ. ﺯﻧﺪﮔﯽﮐﻮﭼﮑﺘﺮ ﺍﺯ ﺁﻥ ﺑﻮﺩ ﮐﻪ ﻣﺮﺍ ﺑﺮﻧﺠﺎﻧﺪ ﻭ ﺯﺷﺖﺗﺮ ﺍﺯ ﺁﻥ ﮐﻪ ﺩﻟﻢ ﺑﺮ ﺁﻥ ﺑﻠﺮﺯﺩ ﻫﺴﺘﯽ ﺗﻬﯽ ﺗﺮﺍﺯ ﺁﻥ ﮐﻪ ﺑﻪ ﺩﺳﺖ ﺁﻭﺭﺩﻧﯽ ﻣﺮﺍ ﺯﺑﻮﻥ ﺳﺎﺯﺩﻭ ﻣﻦ ﺗﻬﯿﺪﺳﺖ ﺗﺮ ﺍﺯ ﺁﻥ ﮐﻪ ﺍﺯ ﺩﺳﺖ ﺩﺍﺩﻧﯽﻣﺮﺍ ﺑﺘﺮﺳﺎﻧﺪ ﺩﮐﺘﺮ ﻋﻠﯽ ﺷﺮﯾﻌﺘﯽ ﺑﺮﮔﺮﻓﺘﻪ ﺍﺯﮐﺘﺎﺏ ﻫﺒﻮﻁ ﺩﺭ ﮐﻮﯾﺮ