داستانگو دو را برای کاربران اینترنتی که شاید حوصله و وقت کمی دارند راه انداختم، با این هدف که هرکس وبلاگ را باز میکند، دستکم یک مطلب را بخواند.
داستان گو نام نشریه ای بود که به همراه دوستانم در تهران به راه انداخته بودم. ولی پس از دوشماره چاپ از فعالیت بازماند.
This is khosro nakhaei's Page.
I'm a Persian Writer, translator and photographer.
Dastangoo, was the name of a magazine that I published in tehran somedays.
ادامه...
Hey, oh Sheets of empty canvas Untouched sheets of clay Were laid spread out before me As her body once did All five horizons Revolved around her soul As the earth to the sun Now the air I tasted and breathed Has taken a turn
Oh and all I taught her was everything Oh I know she gave me all that she wore And now my bitter hands Chafe beneath the clouds Of what was everything Oh the pictures have All been washed in black Tattooed everything I take a walk outside I'm surrounded by Some kids at play I can feel their laughter So why do I sear Oh, and twisted thoughts that spin Round my head I'm spinning Oh, I'm spinning How quick the sun can, drop away
And now my bitter hands Cradle broken glass Of what was everything All the pictures had All been washed in black Tattooed everything All the love gone bad Turned my world to black Tattooed all I see All that I am All I'll be
Yeah I know someday you'll have a beautiful life I know you'll be a star In somebody else's sky But why Why Why can't it be Why can't it be mine (not sure?) No yeah no No no no no yeah yeah We, We belong We belong together Together Oh oh We
سرنوشت روسپیان بستر و بسیار کثیف


اینکه نوشتی یعنی اینکه با دشکت حال می کنی؟
یعنی میمالیش به دشک و ارضا میشی؟
مگه توی ارتباط با زنها مشکلی داری؟
سلام
نگاه مثبتیست به مطلق خواب
خسرو به نظر می رسه که تحریم ها هیچ اتری روی تو نداشته
on saato bendaz biron ta rahat bashi dige mozahemet nashe
Hey, oh
Sheets of empty canvas
Untouched sheets of clay
Were laid spread out before me
As her body once did
All five horizons
Revolved around her soul
As the earth to the sun
Now the air I tasted and breathed
Has taken a turn
Oh and all I taught her was everything
Oh I know she gave me all that she wore
And now my bitter hands
Chafe beneath the clouds
Of what was everything
Oh the pictures have
All been washed in black
Tattooed everything
I take a walk outside
I'm surrounded by
Some kids at play
I can feel their laughter
So why do I sear
Oh, and twisted thoughts that spin
Round my head
I'm spinning
Oh, I'm spinning
How quick the sun can, drop away
And now my bitter hands
Cradle broken glass
Of what was everything
All the pictures had
All been washed in black
Tattooed everything
All the love gone bad
Turned my world to black
Tattooed all I see
All that I am
All I'll be
Yeah
I know someday you'll have a beautiful life
I know you'll be a star
In somebody else's sky
But why
Why
Why can't it be
Why can't it be mine
(not sure?)
No yeah no
No no no no yeah yeah
We,
We belong
We belong together
Together
Oh oh
We
We belong
We belong together
Oh yeah
آخی اینجا به همه آدم میتونه حق بده هم تو هم ساعت هم تخت ولی ساعتت هم گنااااه داره خوب دوست داره شاید؟ واسه اینه که حسودیت رو میکنه.