Friday, May 14, 2010

An Old Generation

I take up space,
therefore I am.
A celebration,
for the birth of a volume,
for the birth of a lined mind,
for the birth of a striped imagination.
Is this a 27th birthday, or a 1000th birthday?
I feel old.
A ship takes me to the end of the world;
and I fall into a fish tank.
The stupid fish swallows me,
and in its belly, I blow out 27 lit candles.
And again there's darkness.
In the darkness,
I blow out
the blown out candles,
the dead moments,
and the youth gone.
I'm still blowing. I become empty, and emptier.
like a wandering balloon.
Translated from wall photos of a friend of a friend on Facebook. I like it, because like many twenty-somethings in Iran, I already feel old.

2 comments:

Hirundo said...

I didn't know you were still blogging.
Good Job brother LOL
(By the way Lost was a great failure, don't you think? ;))

Homayoon said...

I write here every now and then, when I have something to say and the time to write it, and I haven't still seen the supposedly big finale, though I wished it was what they promised it to be.