Story of a wasted Iranian
Dinner. Restaurant. Foreign country. I'm sitting at a table full of rich, richer than I, private school kids, and I don't know why. Yes I
June 4, 2005
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Dinner. Restaurant. Foreign country. I'm sitting at a table full of rich, richer than I, private school kids, and I don't know why. Yes I
Each lonely broken-hearted night I sit and gaze upon the sea And think of my love faraway In Nili Square I long to be I
Who saw my tears That I'd never shed before Who stole my sorrow Hidden in the bottom of my heart When I saw the
The wind She blows in my face today She opposes my gait today The sky She blankets me with rain today She cautions me with
the first night we linked arms you asked about India, about going with the clothes on our backs, becoming expert travelers the first night we
Creativity and adventurism come to me from instant integration of ideas and techniques. Additionally, computer graphics programs, overhead projector and digital camera allow me to
