" You smile
and tie my hands to an apple tree with invisible blue chains
you suddenly turn your face
and I should say that you hide your sorrow pretty well
you put a snowball on my lap and calmly say
" I will be back before it melts " as you walk away
days pass,
and with the tree's permission I dig a hole in the ground with my teeth
and I plant the snowball within the earth beside me
this way there will always be a snowball in bloom or asleep
whenever you decide to take a leap... "

.آن روز اطراف ِ خانه ما روزگار ِ غریبی بود
به خانه که امدم
باغچه خشک می نمود
آسمان خاکستری مطلق
هیاهوی خانه همه سکوت

حضور ِمادر انگار باز
.در خانه نبود

من آشفته ام امروز لیلی جان
... نمی دانم


. ... نمیدانم تا کی نگران ِ پریشانی ِ خوابهای ِ کودکیم باشم