Undoubtedly your song was the best song,
singing on the stage, behind the door of paradise,
that never belongs,
to your beautiful last song.
My sweetest friend,
this is what I know about what happened.
Your song was the best song,
beware of the others' worst.
But they didn't listen to yours,
and those girls of Alabama won.
You sing for that kind of paradise,
that never belongs to anybody.
Do i need to post an entry in this space,
in the last hours of Thirteen Eighty Five ? do i ?
do i need some new words to say I Love You ? or something else ?
how do i feel this pain, this love, this life ?
how should i carry this body from here to there ?
and is there anybody to help me without any worry ?
i love these moments and i hate this passing time too.
still i have some problems with it,
will i solve this one ?...i don't know.
all my good things wait for me,
and all my bad memories hide behind someone,
or something that i can't recognize.
this is the way how i feel unluckiness.
Thirteen Eighty Five waits for my smile,
but i can't do that right now.
that was not good and still i can't forget.
i'm so proud of about what will happen in my life,
what i will gain and what i will be.
good or bad, this is the way how we live.
this is life, and it decides for us.
Thirteen Eighty Five wants to be part of my memories,
i'll never forget about what i gained or lost,
and i'll be the most important part of my life, ...if i could.
Thirteen Eighty Five left my room, and i'm waiting for the new year to come...
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Special thanks to Fouad Amiri, for all of his supportings, specially through these last hours of 1385.
"Look into my eyes !"
the poor girl looks into his eyes, with so much fear & love.
"this is just what i want..."
"what do you want from me?"
"your heart, your soul, your virginity !"
the poor girl cries so hard and asks herself:
"where is the best place to hide ?, what is the finest way,
to feel my life once again ?"
the tall and blond man wears his glasses
and asks his final question:
"what do you think about it ?"
the sky is cloudy, and it seems that it isn't a good decision,
to spend your lifetime under the rain.