BREATH YOUR DREAMS

The weather is rainy in Shiraz and after three months compulsory staying at home because of my backache, I would like to go to Hafezieh tomb in this nice weather and I can imagine how spectacular is Hafezieh in these moments. I went there and after trying to take some rainy pictures, I talked with my French friend and sent him my videos and pictures. After his expressing his happiness from the rainy weather, he tells me that it is good news and I can realize your pleasure about this rain. He says that the rain comes down once every two days in here (Paris). He sends me a laugh sticker and continues I can guess if you were in here, you would enjoy this weather.

 

This smile mekes me think and reminds me a few days ago, when I had talked to Samaneh about the kind of air which has left over, also waters, rivers and seas that will be over. A freedom which we should not  seek it 

After a while, I ask her what about Tehran? Is ir rainy too? And she answers me that all time which she had talked to me, she had walked under drizzling and fine rain!

 

After a second, I tell her Pity! There is no more winter in Iran. And the condition of Shiraz is really more poor than every where, the drough will be certain...

 

I remember the dreams that we have made together, I remember we have made a date for early August to travel with our backpacks and  breath some where in a good weather. I remember I have told her to find out Zermatt and Materhorne mountain.

 

I think we had tried to go back to our dreams and had promised ourself  to dreams' substantiating. They were the only things that were still alive in their season and we could breath them.