I had been looking for the book of poems by Ahmad Shamloo. I was the at the clinic of the indigenous people, and I had stored it there ? it was such a nice reunion with the book ..
In Havana, Cuba which is my home when i am in the Americas, there is a Persian restaurant ? and imagine my surprise when i could recognize Shamloo's face on the wall ?
one has to keep a pure heart with Iran, the recent history obscures what an Iranian is capable of. Unborn tomorrow and Dead Yesterday as Khayyam sang but others have murdered the todays as well
A new voice in my horizon, reminded me of this poem by Shamloo
tears come to my eyes
for all my brothers and sisters and lovers in that land
i want you to know that i feel your pain and desperation and hopelessness..
i am with you in whatever way I can be
even if it is only to talk to you for a few minutes to improve your English
Forgive me, i should do more
forgive me, my brothers and sisters and lovers of Iran..
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