My name is Asal Khosravi and live in Germany. I am 27-years old and study Art in Giessen-University since 1997. These are my favourite works.

RELATED Mass graves of idealism Flirting too much with utopia By R. Zia-Ebrahimi Watching history go by Trans-Siberian to Vladivostok By Amir Sheibany Taste of

If you go to where the mountains speak in the purple hued whisper of our foremothers, where you can mark the time in long drawn

Darkness spreads its veil over the city The moon is covered by thick black clouds A pigeon hides itelf under an old roof Passengers rush

September/ 11/01 I cannot walk My nerves have failed my knees Doctors say: She is scared I cannot write, my hands are short my soul

Lord Penis Would you like more ketchup with your mustard gas? I want to start another war A cool war A sacred war A memorable

Me hiding behind another me …………behind words the tri-fold stand-up screen …………where I change into costumes ……………………not knowing which …………Crushed purple velvet a little too

Wood cracking, fire sizzling… Orange peels thrown in for curiosity The scented spirals of smoke entertain her nose /.As the heat roses her cheeks Hafez's

A poem I want to write For that sad Unforgettable night When I cry Watching the rain A happy poem To take away the pain

I find myself in the middle of a mountain path sitting on a familiar rock. I have sat here before, breathing in the fresh air,

The sweetness of yellow, against the misty air, witnessing her first steps, a walk in despair. Lovely curves of black, and how can I forget?

You said A royal history of great civilizations runs though my blood You recited Words that formed poetic portraits From philosophers that documented the land

And the bombs fell down As the cries went up Once again mothers, the elderly and children are victims of another war That they in

i wish, ..that i lose myself, ..cradled in the mists of time, ..creating a void, never be filled, ..no mediation for my past, no comment