یله: مرداد 2007 آرشيو

lovely jazz underneath my fingers,in my throat.

streets: endless source of music.

faces,spaces.clouds, clothings.cats&cars.

and the mystery of eyes.

women, walking melodies.kids, beautiful waltzes with

banjo.

and the last, but the most complex feelings of life,

grand pa's.

full of wrinkles, like rivers on the earth.

and strong silent sound of base, pouring out on their

foreheads.

oo la la!!!

lovely jazz in my throat!underneath my fingers!

inside my harmonica.on my piano.

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