Oh Gente da minha Terra - ای مردم سرزمین من

O Fado que nos define como Povo.
O Fado que nos arrepia.

Só poderia ser cantado pela maior Diva do Fado;
Mariza

این تنها می تواند به بزرگترین سردستهزنان از فادو خوانده می شود
ماریزا

Um cheirinho a Golestan - Tehran

Um cheirinho ao lado doce sensual e romântico da minha saudosa Tehran; os lindíssimos jardins do Golestan (fotos de 2010)
link a não perder

Para quem saiba farsi aqui vai o link



Jardim circundante



Um dos tronos de mármore



Mausoleu de mármore



Leão Persa. Imperial



Fachada interior frontal ao jardim



Fachada interior frontal ao jardim

عشق صرعت - Amor pela velocidade

عشق صرعت
Amor pela velocidade

!سه، دوِ، یک، بورو

Trêz, dois, um, vamos!

A Tehran que tanto que tanto gosto!

Se depois de eu morrer - اگر پس از مرگ من

(Em Língua Portuguesa)

"Se depois de eu morrer,
Quiseres escrever a minha biografia,
Não há nada mais simples,tens só duas datas,
a do meu nascimento e
a da minha morte

Entre uma e outra
todos os dias são meus!"

Fernando Pessoa


(در زبان فارسی)

اگر پس از مرگ من"
تو تاریخ من بنوشه
همیچ چیز ساده تر و جود دارد
تاریخ تولد من و
تاریخ مرگ من

بین تاریخ و دیگر
"!هر روز من است

فرناندو پسوآ

HAFEZ: "Because" - The Beatles

HAFEZ: "Because" - The Beatles هرگز نمیرد آنکه دلش زنده شد به عشق ثبت است بر جریده عالم دوام م Hafez tells us beautifully here, that "never", once your heart has awakend to LOVE will you die; that you will enter the realm of life eternal once you have been touched by LOVE. Once touched by LOVE, no heart will ever perish Chronicled is this truth to love's longevity, in creation's canon.

Persian Pearl Tulip

Spellbinding from beginning to finish, Persian Pearl Tulip is an invitation to celebrate and explore the essence of love through the lives of two seemingly different people bound by it. “Love works in miracles every day: such as weakening the strong, and stretching the weak; making fools of the wise, and wise men of fools; favouring the passions, destroying reason, and in a word, turning everything topsy-turvy.” - Marguerite de Valois, Queen of France

Flying higher than angels

I died from mineralogy, and became plant.
And from plant I died and became animal.
I died from animality, and became man.
Then why disappearance through dead?
Next time I shall die, Bringing forth wings like angels;
After that, flying higher than angels, I shall be That. Rumi