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Friday, May 02, 2003


I dreamed I was starving, eating piano's clavies..


I dreamed I was a servant in a gloomy chateau,
there was a feast, and all through that, I was
alone in a room, with somebody ..


I dreamed all my fingers turned into cigarettes,
father opened the door and found me smoking them ..


I dreamed we were running fast, and faster,and faster,
and when we turned our faces back, we died.


"Franny"



(These lines are written in English because I dont have persian font right now :> )

Franny Fallaci  ||  <3:05:44 PM>



 

 

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