Milad Khatamirad

“نه به خاطر شعر
نه به خاطر جور دیگر زیستن
خانه ی من
برای دو نفر کوچک بود
به همین خاطر تنها ماندم”
― رسول یونان / Rasul Yunan, پایین آوردن پیانو از پله‌های یک هتل یخی

“They say, that when I was born,
my mother taught me to suck the milk.
And every night beside my crib,
she taught me to sleep as soft as silk.
With a smile she pressed her lips to mine,
till my mouth with joy oversplit.
She took my hand and guided my foot,
till I learned to walk with a happy lilt.
One word, two words, then three and more...
that's how she taught me to talk.
That's why my life is part of her life,
and will remain so as long as I live”
― Iraj Mirza Persian Poet