“Where have they gone, the green sandals?
I was not made to be a mother,
I had too stricken a heart,
so I wore green sandals to to stay apart.
Then one night a man stood in an olive grove.
He beat a viper till it bled,
then drew me down low.
I went farther than he’d ever know.
One night was all there was.
He fed me an olive leaf,
then broke the strap of my dress.”
– Stealing Beauty: Screenplay
Well, well, well… It’s that time of the year again… first day of spring… Nowruz, the lovely Persian New Year and all its traditions… the smell of “Haft-Sin” and its killer beauty.
Let me take this opportunity to wish you all, Persians and non-Persians, a brilliant Nowruz and a happy new year… Hope 1389 brings you great health, happiness inside out, a heart full of love, and whatever else you personally dream of… Have a wicked one!
A big smile to y’all,
S
“I peel a pomegranate and say to myself; Weren’t it good if one could see, the seeds of people hearts; Tears come when the juice splashes in my eyes.”
Ladies and gents:
Let us all go *green*, for St. Patrick’s Day, for the earth, for our land, for our own sake, for each others’ hearts, and for many other things in the universe.
Be green and stay the same color!
Cheers!
S
So this weekend I was told,
… Hmmm
Never mind!
S
– You have to smoke pot if you want to be one of us.
– Well, I don’t want to be one of anybody.
It’s the *eleventh* of the month.
And I’m already thinking of inking another blank card; while struggling hard on the thinnest borderline.
S
– How do you spell *mayhem*?
– M.A.Y.H.E.M
– Beauty!
– I see the beauty of mayhem.
