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ﺧﺪﺍ،ﺍﯼ ﭼﺸﻤﻪ ﺍﻣﯿﺪ ﻫﺎ،ﺍﯼ ﭘﺎﯾﮕﺎﻩﺁﺭﺯﻭﻫﺎﯾﻢﺗﻮ ﺁﯾﺎ ﺳﯿﻨﻪ ﯼ ﺷﻮﻕ ﻭ ﺍﻣﯿﺪﻡ ﺭﺍ ﺑﻪ ﺧﺎﮎ ﯾﺄﺱﻣﯽ ﺳﺎﯾﯽ؟ﺗﻮ ﺁﯾﺎ ﺷﺎﺧﻪ ﯼ ﺑﯽ ﺑﺮﮒ ﻋﻤﺮﻡ ﺭﺍ،ﺑﻪ ﺭﻭﯼﺷﻌﻠﻪ ﻫﺎﯼ ﻣﺮﮒ ﻣﯽ ﺳﻮﺯﯼ؟ﻭ ﺑﺎ ﺁﻓﺘﺎﺏ ﺧﺸﻢ ﺑﺮ ﺍﯾﻦ ﺳﺎﯾﻪ ﻣﯽ ﺗﺎﺯﯼ؟ﺧﺪﺍ ﺑﺮ ﻣﻦ ﻣﺰﻥ ﺭﻧﮓ ﺗﺒﺎﻫﯽ ﺭﺍ،ﺑﯿﺎ ﺗﻨﻬﺎ ﺗﻮ ﺑﺎﻣﻦ ﺑﺎﺵ.ﮐﻪ ﻣﻦ ﺭﺍ ﺟﺰ ﺗﻮ،ﺍﯼ ﭘﺮﻭﺭﺩﮔﺎﺭ ﺁﺳﻤﺎﻥ ﻫﺎﺍﺷﻨﺎﯾﯽ ﻧﯿﺴﺖ.ﺍﺯ ﺁﻥ ﻫﻨﮕﺎﻡ،ﮐﺰ ﺍﯾﻦ ﺗﺎﺭ ﻭ ﭘﻮﺩ ﺁﻟﻮﺩﻩ ﯼ ﻗﻠﺒﻢﺭﺧﺖ ﺑﺮ ﺑﺴﺘﯽﺩﻟﻢ ﺗﺎﺭ ﺍﺳﺖ،ﭼﺸﻤﻢ ﺑﯽ ﻓﺮﻭﻍ ﺍﻓﺘﺎﺩﻩ ﺑﺮﻫﺴﺘﯽ ﻭ ﻣﻦ ﺑﯿﮕﺎﻧﻪ ﻫﺴﺘﻢ.ﺑﺎ ﺧﻮﺩﻡ،ﺑﺎ ﺷﻮﻕ ﺑﺎ ﻫﺴﺘﯽ.ﭼﻪ ﺷﺪ ﺍﺯ ﻣﻦ ﺳﻔﺮ ﮐﺮﺩﯼ؟ﭼﻪ ﺷﺪ ﺍﯾﻦ ﻭﺍﻫﻪ ﺗﺎﺭﯾﮏ ﻗﻠﺒﻢ ﺭﺍ ﺭﻫﺎ ﮐﺮﺩﯼ؟ﺑﯿﺎ ﺩﺭ ﻣﻦ ﺑﺴﻮﺯ ﺍﯼ ﺁﺗﺶ ﻫﺴﺘﯽﮐﻪ ﻫﺴﺘﯽ ﺳﺨﺖ ﺗﺎﺭﯾﮏ ﺍﺳﺖ.ﺧﺪﺍ،ﺍﯼ ﺁﺧﺮﯾﻦ ﻓﺮﯾﺎﺩ!ﺑﯿﺎ،ﻣﻦ ﺧﻮﺍﺳﺘﺎﺭ ﺷﻮﺭ ﻭ ﺷﺒﻬﺎﯾﻢﺑﯿﺎ ﻣﻦ ﺗﺸﻨﻪ ﺷﻮﻕ ﺳﺤﺮﻫﺎﯾﻢﺳﺤﺮﻫﺎﯾﯽ ﮐﻪ ﭼﺸﻢ ﺳﺨﺖ ﻣﯽ ﺟﻮﺷﯿﺪ ﻭﻗﻠﺒﻢ ﻫﻤﭽﻨﺎﻥ ﻣﺮﻏﺎﻥ ﻭﺣﺸﯽ،ﺑﺎﻝ ﻭ ﭘﺮ ﻣﯽﺯﺩ.ﺳﺤﺮﻫﺎﯾﯽ ﮐﻪ ﺷﻮﻕ ﺗﻮ،ﻣﺮﺍ ﺍﺯ ﻫﺴﺘﯽ،ﺍﺯﺍﯾﻦ ﺟﻮّ ﺟﺎﺩﻭﯾﯽ ﺟﺪﺍ ﻣﯽ ﮐﺮﺩﻣﺮﺍ ﺩﺭ ﻋﺎﻟﻢ ﮔﻞ ﻫﺎ ﺭﻫﺎ ﻣﯽ ﮐﺮﺩﻭ ﻣﻦ ﺑﻮﺩﻡ،ﺗﻮ ﺑﻮﺩﯼ ﺟﻠﻮﻩ ﻫﺎﯼ ﺷﺎﺩ
good morning 
ﺑﯽ ﺗﻮ ﻃﻮﻓﺎﻥ ﺯﺩﻩ ﯼ ﺩﺷﺖ ﺟﻨﻮﻧﻢ ﺻﯿﺪ ﺍﻓﺘﺎﺩﻩ ﺑﻪ ﺩﺭﯾﺎﭼﻪ ﺧﻮﻧﻢ ﺗﻮ ﭼﺴﺎﻥ ﻣﯽ ﮔﺬﺭﯼ ﻏﺎﻓﻞ ﺍﺯ ﺍﻧﺪﻭﻩ ﺩﺭﻭﻧﻢ؟ ﺑﯽ ﻣﻦ ﺍﺯ ﻛﻮﭼﻪ ﮔﺬﺭ ﻛﺮﺩﯼ ﻭ ﺭﻓﺘﯽ ﺑﯽ ﻣﻦ ﺍﺯ ﺷﻬﺮ ﺳﻔﺮ ﻛﺮﺩﯼ ﻭ ﺭﻓﺘﯽ ﻗﻄﺮﻩ ﺍﯼ ﺍﺷﻚ ﺩﺭﺧﺸﯿﺪ ﺑﻪ ﭼﺸﻤﺎﻥ ﺳﯿﺎﻫﻢ ﺗﺎ ﺧﻢ ﻛﻮﭼﻪ ﺑﻪ ﺩﻧﺒﺎﻝ ﺗﻮ ﻟﻐﺰﯾﺪ ﻧﮕﺎﻫﻢ ﺗﻮ ﻧﺪﯾﺪﯼ،ﻧﮕﻬﺖ ﻫﯿﭻ ﻧﯿﻔﺘﺎﺩ ﺑﻪ ﺭﺍﻫﯽ ﻛﻪ ﮔﺬﺷﺘﯽ ﭼﻮﻥ ﺩﺭ ﺧﺎﻧﻪ ﺑﺒﺴﺘﻢ ﺩﮔﺮ ﺍﺯ ﭘﺎﯼ ﻧﺸﺴﺘَﻢ ﮔﻮﯾﯿﺎ ﺯﻟﺰﻟﻪ ﺁﻣﺪ،ﮔﻮﯾﯿﺎ ﺧﺎﻧﻪ ﻓﺮﻭ ﺭﯾﺨﺖ ﺳﺮ ﻣﻦ ﺑﯽ ﺗﻮ ﻣﻦ ﺩﺭ ﻫﻤﻪ ﯼ ﺷﻬﺮ ﻏﺮﯾﺒﻢ ﺑﯽ ﺗﻮ ﻛﺲ ﻧﺸﻨﻮﺩ ﺍﺯ ﺍﯾﻦ ﺩﻝ ﺑﺸﻜﺴﺘﻪ ﺻﺪﺍﯾﯽ ﺑﺮ ﻧﺨﯿﺰﺩ ﺩﮔﺮ ﺍﺯ ﻣﺮﻏﻚ ﭘﺮ ﺑﺴﺘﻪ ﻧﻮﺍﯾﯽ ﺗﻮ ﻫﻤﻪ ﺑﻮﺩ ﻭ ﻧﺒﻮﺩﯼ ﺗﻮ ﻫﻤﻪ ﺷﻌﺮ ﻭ ﺳﺮﻭﺩﯼ ﭼﻪ ﮔﺮﯾﺰﯼ ﺯ ﺑﺮ ﻣﻦ ﻛﻪ ﺯ ﻛﻮﯾﺖ ﻧﮕﺮﯾﺰﻡ ﮔﺮ ﺑﻤﯿﺮﻡ ﺯ ﻏﻢ ﺩﻝ ﺑﻪ ﺗﻮ ﻫﺮﮔﺰ ﻧﺴﺘﯿﺰﻡ ﻣﻦ ﻭ ﯾﻚ ﻟﺤﻈﻪ ﺟﺪﺍﯾﯽ،ﻧﺘﻮﺍﻧﻢ،ﻧﺘﻮﺍﻧﻢ ﺑﯽ ﺗﻮ ﻣﻦ ﺯﻧﺪﻩ ﻧﻤﺎﻧﻢ. "ﻫﻤﺎ ﻣﯿﺮ ﺍﻓﺸﺎﺭ"
have a
ﮐﺴﯽ ﺩﯾﮕﺮ ﻧﻤﯽ ﮐﻮﺑﺪ ﺩﺭ ﺍﯾﻦ ﺧﺎﻧﻪ ﻣﺘﺮﻭﮐﻪ ﻭﯾﺮﺍﻥ ﺭﺍ ﮐﺴﯽ ﺩﯾﮕﺮ ﻧﻤﯽ ﭘﺮﺳﺪ ﭼﺮﺍ ﺗﻨﻬﺎﯼ ﺗﻨﻬﺎﯾﻢ!!! ﻭﻣﻦ ﺷﻤﻊ ﻣﯽ ﺳﻮﺯﻡﻭﺩﯾﮕﺮ ﻫﯿﭻ ﭼﯿﺰ ﺍﺯ ﻣﻦ ﻧﻤﯽ ﻣﺎﻧﺪ ﻭﻣﻦ ﮔﺮﯾﺎﻥ ﻭﻧﺎﻻﻧﻢ ﻭﻣﻦ ﺗﻨﻬﺎﯼ ﺗﻨﻬﺎﯾﻢ!!! ﺩﺭﻭﻥ ﮐﻠﺒﻪ ﯼ ﺧﺎﻣﻮﺵ ﺧﻮﯾﺶ ﺍﻣﺎ ﮐﺴﯽ ﺣﺎﻝ ﻣﻦ ﻏﻤﮕﯿﻦ ﻧﻤﯽ ﭘﺮﺳﺪ!!! ﻭ ﻣﻦ ﺩﺭﯾﺎﯼ ﭘﺮ ﺍﺷﮑﻢ ﮐﻪ ﺗﻮﻓﺎﻧﯽ ﺑﻪ ﺩﻝ ﺩﺍﺭﻡ ﺩﺭﻭﻥ ﺳﯿﻨﻪ ﯼ ﭘﺮﺟﻮﺵ ﺧﻮﯾﺶ ﺍﻣﺎ!!! ﮐﺴﯽ ﺣﺎﻝ ﻣﻦ ﺗﻨﻬﺎ ﻧﻤﯽ ﭘﺮﺳﺪ ﻭﻣﻦ ﭼﻮﻥ ﺗﮏ ﺩﺭﺧﺖ ﺯﺭﺩ ﭘﺎﯾﯿﺰﻡ!!! ﮐﻪﻫﺮ ﺩﻡ ﺑﺎ ﻧﺴﯿﻤﯽ ﻣﯿﺸﻮﺩ ﺑﺮﮔﯽ ﺟﺪﺍ ﺍﺯ ﺍﻭ ﻭﺩﯾﮕﺮ ﻫﯿﭽﯽ ﺍﺯ ﻣﻦ ﻧﻤﯽ ﻣﺎﻧﺪ!!!
ﮔﻔﺘﯽ ﮐﻪ ﺑﻪ ﺍﺣﺘﺮﺍﻡ ﺩﻝ ﺑﺎﺭﺍﻥ ﺑﺎﺵﺑﺎﺭﺍﻥ ﺷﺪﻡ ﻭ ﺑﻪ ﺭﻭﯼ ﮔﻞ ﺑﺎﺭﯾﺪﻡﮔﻔﺘﯽ ﮐﻪ ﺑﺒﻮﺱ ﺭﻭﯼ ﻧﯿﻠﻮﻓﺮ ﺭﺍﺍﺯ ﻋﺸﻖ ﺗﻮ ﮔﻮﻧﻪ ﻫﺎﯼ ﺍﻭ ﺑﻮﺳﯿﺪﻡﮔﻔﺘﯽ ﮐﻪ ﺳﺘﺎﺭﻩ ﺷﻮ ﺩﻟﯽ ﺭﻭﺷﻦ ﮐﻦﻣﻦ ﻫﻤﭽﻮ ﮔﻞ ﺳﺘﺎﺭﻩ ﻫﺎ ﺗﺎﺑﯿﺪﻡﮔﻔﺘﯽ ﮐﻪ ﺑﺮﺍﯼ ﺑﺎﻍ ﺩﻟﭙﯿﭽﮏ ﺑﺎﺵﺑﺮ ﯾﺎﺳﻤﻦ ﻧﮕﺎﻩ ﺗﻮ ﭘﯿﭽﯿﺪﻡﮔﻔﺘﯽ ﮐﻪ ﺑﺮﺍﯼ ﻟﺤﻈﻪ ﺍﯼ ﺩﺭﯾﺎ ﺷﻮﺩﺭﯾﺎ ﺷﺪﻡ ﻭ ﺗﻮ ﺭﺍ ﺑﻪ ﺳﺎﺣﻞ ﺩﯾﺪﻡﮔﻔﺘﯽ ﮐﻪ ﺑﯿﺎ ﻭ ﻟﺤﻈﻪ ﺍﯼ ﻣﺠﻨﻮﻥ ﺑﺎﺵﻣﺠﻨﻮﻥ ﺷﺪﻡ ﻭ ﺯ ﺩﻭﺭﯾﺖ ﻧﺎﻟﯿﺪﻡﮔﻔﺘﯽ ﮐﻪ ﺷﮑﻮﻓﻪ ﮐﻦ ﺑﻪ ﻓﺼﻞ ﭘﺎﯾﯿﺰﮔﻞ ﺩﺍﺩﻡ ﻭ ﺑﺎ ﺗﻮ ﺳﺨﺖ ﺭﻭﯾﯿﺪﻡﮔﻔﺘﯽ ﮐﻪ ﺑﯿﺎ ﻭ ﺍﺯ ﻭﻓﺎﯾﺖ ﺑﮕﺬﺭﺍﺯ ﻟﺠﻪ ﯼ ﺑﯽ ﻭﻓﺎﯾﯿﺖ ﺭﻧﺠﯿﺪﻡﮔﻔﺘﻢ ﮐﻪ ﺑﻬﺎﻧﻪ ﺍﺕ ﺑﺮﺍﯾﻢ ﮐﺎﻓﯿﺴﺖﻣﻌﻨﺎﯼ ﻟﻄﯿﻒ ﻋﺸﻖ ﺭﺍ ﻓﻬﻤﯿﺪﻡ
Happiness is a wondrous commodity the more you give, the more you have smile and be happy have a wonderfull day 
ﺁﯼ ﺁﺩﻣﻬﺎ ﮐﻪ ﺑﺮ ﺳﺎﺣﻞ ﻧﺸﺴﺘﻪ ﺷﺎﺩ ﻭﺧﻨﺪﺍﻧﯿﺪ!ﯾﮑﻨﻔﺮﺩﺭ ﺁﺏ ﺩﺍﺭﺩ ﻣﯽ ﺳﭙﺎﺭﺩ ﺟﺎﻥ.ﯾﮏ ﻧﻔﺮ ﺩﺍﺭﺩ ﮐﻪ ﺩﺳﺖ ﻭ ﭘﺎﯼ ﺩﺍﺋﻢ ﻣﯿﺰﻧﺪﺭﻭﯼ ﺍﯾﻦ ﺩﺭﯾﺎﯼ ﺗﻨﺪ ﻭ ﺗﯿﺮﻩ ﻭ ﺳﻨﮕﯿﻦ ﮐﻪﻣﯽﺩﺍﻧﯿﺪ.ﺁﻥ ﺯﻣﺎﻥ ﮐﻪ ﻣﺴﺖ ﻫﺴﺘﯿﺪ ﺍﺯ ﺧﯿﺎﻝ ﺩﺳﺖﯾﺎﺑﯿﺪﻥ ﺑﻪ ﺩﺷﻤﻦ،ﺁﻥ ﺯﻣﺎﻥ ﮐﻪ ﭘﯿﺶ ﺧﻮﺩ ﺑﯿﻬﻮﺩﻩ ﭘﻨﺪﺍﺭﯾﺪﮐﻪ ﮔﺮﻓﺘﺴﺘﯿﺪ ﺩﺳﺖ ﻧﺎﺗﻮﺍﻧﯽ ﺭﺍﺗﺎ ﺗﻮﺍﻧﺎﯾﯽّ ﺑﻬﺘﺮ ﺭﺍ ﭘﺪﯾﺪ ﺁﺭﯾﺪ،ﺁﻥ ﺯﻣﺎﻥ ﮐﻪ ﺗﻨﮓ ﻣﯿﺒﻨﺪﯾﺪﺑﺮﮐﻤﺮﻫﺎﺗﺎﻥ ﮐﻤﺮﺑﻨﺪ،ﺩﺭ ﭼﻪ ﻫﻨﮕﺎﻣﯽ ﺑﮕﻮﯾﻢ ﻣﻦ؟ﯾﮏ ﻧﻔﺮ ﺩﺭ ﺁﺏ ﺩﺍﺭﺩ ﻣﯽﮐﻨﺪ ﺑﯿﻬﻮﺩ ﺟﺎﻥﻗﺮﺑﺎﻥ!ﺁﯼ ﺁﺩﻣﻬﺎ ﮐﻪ ﺑﺮ ﺳﺎﺣﻞ ﺑﺴﺎﻁ ﺩﻟﮕﺸﺎ ﺩﺍﺭﯾﺪ!ﻧﺎﻥ ﺑﻪ ﺳﻔﺮﻩ،ﺟﺎﻣﻪ ﺗﺎﻥ ﺑﺮ ﺗﻦ؛ﯾﮏ ﻧﻔﺮ ﺩﺭ ﺁﺏ ﻣﯽﺧﻮﺍﻧﺪ ﺷﻤﺎ ﺭﺍ.ﻣﻮﺝ ﺳﻨﮕﯿﻦ ﺭﺍ ﺑﻪ ﺩﺳﺖ ﺧﺴﺘﻪ ﻣﯽﮐﻮﺑﺪﺑﺎﺯ ﻣﯽﺩﺍﺭﺩ ﺩﻫﺎﻥ ﺑﺎ ﭼﺸﻢ ﺍﺯ ﻭﺣﺸﺖ ﺩﺭﯾﺪﻩﺳﺎﯾﻪﻫﺎﺗﺎﻥ ﺭﺍ ﺯ ﺭﺍﻩ ﺩﻭﺭ ﺩﯾﺪﻩﺁﺏ ﺭﺍ ﺑﻠﻌﯿﺪﻩ ﺩﺭﮔﻮﺩ ﮐﺒﻮﺩ ﻭ ﻫﺮ ﺯﻣﺎﻥ ﺑﯿﺘﺎﺑﺶﺍﻓﺰﻭﻥﻣﯽﮐﻨﺪ ﺯﯾﻦ ﺁﺑﻬﺎ ﺑﯿﺮﻭﻥﮔﺎﻩ ﺳﺮ،ﮔﻪ ﭘﺎ.ﺁﯼ ﺁﺩﻣﻬﺎ!ﺍﻭ ﺯ ﺭﺍﻩ ﺩﻭﺭ ﺍﯾﻦ ﮐﻬﻨﻪ ﺟﻬﺎﻥ ﺭﺍ ﺑﺎﺯ ﻣﯽﭘﺎﯾﺪ،ﻣﯽ ﺯﻧﺪ ﻓﺮﯾﺎﺩ ﻭ ﺍﻣّﯿﺪ ﮐﻤﮏ ﺩﺍﺭﺩﺁﯼ ﺁﺩﻣﻬﺎ ﮐﻪ ﺭﻭﯼ ﺳﺎﺣﻞ ﺁﺭﺍﻡ ﺩﺭ ﮐﺎﺭﺗﻤﺎﺷﺎﯾﯿﺪ!ﻣﻮﺝ ﻣﯽﮐﻮﺑﺪ ﺑﻪ ﺭﻭﯼ ﺳﺎﺣﻞ ﺧﺎﻣﻮﺵﭘﺨﺶ ﻣﯽﮔﺮﺩﺩ ﭼﻨﺎﻥ ﻣﺴﺘﯽ ﺑﻪ ﺟﺎﯼ ﺍﻓﺘﺎﺩﻩﺑﺲ ﻣﺪﻫﻮﺵﻣﯽ ﺭﻭﺩ ﻧﻌﺮﻩ ﺯﻧﺎﻥ،ﻭﯾﻦ ﺑﺎﻧﮓ ﺑﺎﺯ ﺍﺯ ﺩﻭﺭﻣﯽﺁﯾﺪ:"-ﺁﯼ ﺁﺩﻣﻬﺎ..."ﻭ ﺻﺪﺍﯼ ﺑﺎﺩ ﻫﺮ ﺩﻡ ﺩﻟﮕﺰﺍﺗﺮ،ﺩﺭ ﺻﺪﺍﯼ ﺑﺎﺩ ﺑﺎﻧﮓ ﺍﻭ ﺭﻫﺎﺗﺮﺍﺯ ﻣﯿﺎﻥ ﺁﺑﻬﺎﯼ ﺩﻭﺭ ﻭ ﻧﺰﺩﯾﮏﺑﺎﺯ ﺩﺭ ﮔﻮﺵ ﺍﯾﻦ ﻧﺪﺍﻫﺎ:"-ﺁﯼ ﺁﺩﻣﻬﺎ..."ﻧﯿﻤﺎ ﯾﻮﺷﯿﺞ
The sun rises into the sky with the warmest smile, he wishes you a good morning, hoping that you have the perfect day. Take care 
ﺩﺭ ﺑﺎﻍ”ﺑﯽ ﺑﺮ ﮔﯽ”ﺯﺍﺩﻡ.. ﻭ ﺩﺭ ﺛﺮﻭﺕ ﻓﻘﺮ ﻏﻨﯽ ﮔﺸﺘﻢ… ﻭ ﺍﺯ ﭼﺸﻤﻪ ﯼ ﺍﯾﻤﺎﻥ ﺳﯿﺮﺍﺏ ﺷﺪﻡ… ﻭ ﺩﺭ ﻫﻮﺍﯼ ﺩﻭﺳﺖ ﺩﺍﺷﺘﻦ،ﺩﻡ ﺯﺩﻡ… ﻭ ﺩﺭ ﺁﺭﺯﻭﯼ ﺁﺯﺍﺩﯼ ﺳﺮ ﺑﺮ ﺩﺍﺷﺘﻢ… ﻭ ﺩﺭ ﺑﺎﻻﯼ ﻏﺮﻭﺭ،ﻗﺎﻣﺖ ﮐﺸﯿﺪﻡ… ﻭ ﺍﺯ ﺩﺍﻧﺶ،ﻃﻌﺎﻣﻢ ﺩﺍﺩﻧﺪ… ﻭ ﺍﺯ ﺷﻌﺮ،ﺷﺮﺍﺑﻢ ﻧﻮﺷﺎﻧﺪﻧﺪ… ﻭ ﺍﺯ ﻣﻬﺮ،ﻧﻮﺍﺯﺷﻢ ﮐﺮﺩﻧﺪ… ﻭ”ﺣﻘﯿﻘﺖ”ﺩﯾﻨﻢ ﺷﺪ ﻭ ﺭﺍﻩِ ﺭﻓﺘﻨﻢ… ﻭ”ﺧﯿﺮ”ﺣﯿﺎﺗﻢ ﺷﺪ ﻭ ﮐﺎﺭِ ﻣﺎﻧﺪﻧﻢ… ﻭ”ﺯﯾﺒﺎﯾﯽ”ﻋﺸﻘﻢ ﺷﺪ ﻭ ﺑﻬﺎﻧﻪ ﯼ ﺯﯾﺴﺘﻨﻢ
ﺳﻼﻣﺖ ﺭﺍ ﻧﻤﯽ ﺧﻮﺍﻫﻨﺪ ﭘﺎﺳﺦ ﮔﻔﺖ،ﺳﺮﻫﺎ ﺩﺭ ﮔﺮﯾﺒﺎﻥ ﺍﺳﺖ. ﻛﺴﯽ ﺳﺮﺑﺮﻧﯿﺎﺭﺩ ﻛﺮﺩ ﭘﺎﺳﺦ ﮔﻔﺘﻦ ﻭﺩﯾﺪﺍﺭﯾﺎﺭﺍﻥ ﺭﺍ. ﻧﮕﻪ ﺟﺰ ﭘﯿﺶ ﭘﺎﺭﺍ ﺩﯾﺪ ﻧﺘﻮﺍﻧﺪ، ﻛﻪ ﺭﻩ ﺗﺎﺭﯾﻚ ﻭﻟﻐﺰﺍﻥ ﺍﺳﺖ. ﻭﮔﺮ ﺩﺳﺖ ﻣﺤﺒﺖ ﺳﻮﯼ ﻛﺲ ﯾﺎﺯﯼ، ﺑﻪ ﺍﻛﺮﺍﻩ ﺁﻭﺭﺩ ﺩﺳﺖ ﺍﺯ ﺑﻐﻞ ﺑﯿﺮﻭﻥ؛ ﻛﻪ ﺳﺮﻣﺎ ﺳﺨﺖ ﺳﻮﺯﺍﻥ ﺍﺳﺖ. ﻧﻔﺲ ﻛﺰﮔﺮﻣﮕﺎﻩ ﺳﯿﻨﻪ ﻣﯽ ﺁﯾﺪ ﺑﺮﻭﻥ،ﺍﺑﺮﯼ ﺷﻮﺩ ﺗﺎﺭﯾﻚ. ﭼﻮ ﺩﯾﻮﺍﺭ ﺍﯾﺴﺘﺪ ﺩﺭ ﭘﯿﺶ ﭼﺸﻤﺎﻧﺖ. ﻧﻔﯽ ﻛﺎﯾﻨﺴﺖ،ﭘﺲ ﺩﯾﮕﺮ ﭼﻪ ﺩﺍﺭﯼ ﭼﺸﻢ ﺯ ﭼﺸﻢ ﺩ.ﺳﺘﺎﻥ ﺩﻭﺭ ﯾﺎ ﻧﺰﺩﯾﻚ؟ ﻣﺴﯿﺤﺎﯼ ﺟﻮﺍﻧﻤﺮﺩ ﻣﻦ ﺍﯼ ﭘﯿﺮ ﭘﯿﺮﻫﻦ ﭼﺮﻛﯿﻦ! ﻫﻮﺍ ﺑﺲ ﻧﺎﺟﻮﺍﻧﻤﺮﺩﺍﻧﻪ ﺳﺮﺩ ﺍﺳﺖ....ﺁﯼ..... ﺩﻣﺖ ﮔﺮﻡ ﻭﺳﺮﺕ ﺧﻮﺵ ﺑﺎﺩ! ﺳﻼﻣﻢ ﺭﺍ ﺗﻮ ﭘﺎﺳﺦ ﮔﻮﯼ،ﺩﺭ ﺑﮕﺸﺎﯼ! ﻣﻨﻢ ﻣﻦ ﻣﯿﻬﻤﺎﻥ ﻫﺮ ﺷﺒﺖ،ﻟﻮﻟﯽ ﻭَﺵ ﻣﻐﻤﻮﻡ. ﻣﻨﻢ ﻣﻦ ﺳﻨﮓ ﺗﯿﭙﺎ ﺧﻮﺭﺩﻩ ﯼ ﺭﻧﺠﻮﺭ. ﻣﻨﻢ ﺩﺷﻨﺎﻡ ﭘﺴﺖ ﺁﻓﺮﯾﻨﺶ،ﻧﻐﻤﻪ ﻧﺎﺟﻮﺭ ﻧﻪ ﺍﺯ ﺭﻭﻣﻢ،ﻧﻪ ﺍﺯﺯﻧﮕﻢ،ﻫﻤﺎﻥ ﺑﯽ ﺭﻧﮓ ﺑﯽ ﺭﻧﮕﻢ. ﺑﯿﺎ ﺑﮕﺸﺎﯼ ﺩﺭ،ﺑﮕﺸﺎﯼ ﺩﻟﺘﻨﮕﻢ. ﺣﺮﯾﻔﺎ!ﻣﯿﺰﺑﺎﻧﺎ!ﻣﯿﻬﻤﺎﻥ ﺳﺎﻝ ﻭﻣﺎﻫﺖ ﭘﺸﺖ ﺩﺭ ﭼﻮﻥ ﻣﻮﺝ ﻣﯿﻠﺮﺯﺩ. ﺗﮕﺮﮔﯽ ﻧﯿﺴﺖ،ﻣﺮﮔﯽ ﻧﯿﺴﺖ. ﺻﺪﺍﯾﯽ ﮔﺮ ﺷﻨﯿﺪﯼ،ﺻﺤﺒﺖ ﺳﺮﻣﺎ ﻭﺩﻧﺪﺍﻥ ﺳﺖ. ﻣﻦ ﺍﻣﺸﺐ ﺁﻣﺪﺳﺘﻢ ﻭﺍﻡ ﺑﮕﺬﺍﺭﻡ. ﺣﺴﺎﺑﺖ ﺭﺍ ﻛﻨﺎﺭ ﺟﺎﻡ ﺑﮕﺬﺍﺭﻡ. ﭼﻪ ﻣﯽ ﮔﻮﯾﯽ ﻛﻪ ﺑﯿﮕﻪ ﺷﺪ،ﺳﺤﺮﺷﺪ، ﺑﺎﻣﺪﺍﺩﺁﻣﺪ؟ ﻓﺮﯾﺒﺖ ﻣﯽ ﺩﻫﺪ،ﺑﺮﺁﺳﻤﺎﻥ ﺍﯾﻦ ﺳﺮﺧﯽ ﺑﻌﺪﺍﺯ ﺳﺤﺮﮔﻪ ﻧﯿﺴﺖ. ﺣﺮﯾﻔﺎ!ﮔﻮﺵ ﺳﺮﻣﺎ ﺑﺮﺩﻩ ﺍﺳﺖ ﺍﯾﻦ، ﯾﺎﺩﮔﺎﺭﺳﯿﻠﯽ ﺳﺮﺩ ﺯﻣﺴﺘﺎﻥ ﺳﺖ. ﻭﻗﻨﺪﯾﻞ ﺳﭙﻬﺮ ﺗﻨﮓ ﻣﯿﺪﺍﻥ،ﻣﺮﺩﻩ ﯾﺎ ﺯﻧﺪﻩ، ﺑﻪ ﺗﺎﺑﻮﺕِ ﺳﺘﺒﺮﻇﻠﻤﺖ ﻧﻪ ﺗﻮﯼ ﻣﺮﮒ ﺍﻧﺪﻭﺩ، ﭘﻨﻬﺎﻥ ﺳﺖ. ﺣﺮﯾﻔﺎ!ﺭﻭﭼﺮﺍﻍ ﺑﺎﺩﻩ ﺭﺍﺑﻔﺮﻭﺯ،ﺷﺐ ﺑﺎ ﺭﻭﺯ ﯾﻜﺴﺎﻥ ﺍﺳﺖ. ﺳﻼﻣﺖ ﺭﺍ ﻧﻤﯽ ﺧﻮﺍﻫﻨﺪ ﭘﺎﺳﺦ ﮔﻔﺖ. ﻫﻮﺍ ﺩﻟﮕﯿﺮ،ﺩﺭﻫﺎ ﺑﺴﺘﻪ،ﺳﺮﻫﺎ ﺩﺭﮔﺮﯾﺒﺎﻥ، ﺩﺳﺘﻬﺎ ﭘﻨﻬﺎﻥ؛ ﻧﻔﺴﻬﺎ ﺍﺑﺮ،ﺩﻟﻬﺎ ﺧﺴﺘﻪ ﻭﻏﻤﮕﯿﻦ، ﺩﺭﺧﺘﺎﻥ ﺍﺳﻜﻠﺘﻬﺎﯼ ﺑﻠﻮﺭ ﺁﺟﯿﻦ، ﺯﻣﯿﻦ ﺩﻟﻤﺮﺩﻩ،ﺳﻘﻒ ﺁﺳﻤﺎﻥ ﻛﻮﺗﺎﻩ، ﻏﺒﺎﺭ ﺁﻟﻮﺩﻩ ﻣﻬﺮ ﻭﻣﺎﻩ، ﺯﻣﺴﺘﺎﻥ ﺳﺖ. "ﻣﻬﺪﯼ ﺍﺧﻮﺍﻥ ﺛﺎﻟﺚ"
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