ایـــــــــ پاینده باد ـــــــران

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Souri jan thx for article :) .

Dear Redwine : did you know ?

Scientists Find Clues to Aging in a Red Wine Ingredient’s Role in Activating a Protein :O)

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سلام عرض ميكنم به خدمت خانمهاي عزيز و اقايان گرامي.

اولن ممنون از همه به خاطر حرفها و كلمات زيبا كه به من هديه كرديد، الهي خير ببينيد، الهي سقف خونتون  هميشه بالا سرتون باشه، الهي نون همتون هميشه داغ باشه و اب خوردنتون يخ تگري، من فداي شما هستم.

دومن بايد از ان دسته دوستان كه به من ايميل ميزنند و فحش نثار بنده ميكنند، تشكر كنم.اين به من ثابت ميكنه كه دست روي خوب جائي ميگذارم ه بار كه انتقاد از شاه و اسلام ميكنم.بنده صد در صد جمهوري خواه هستم و لطفن در ايميلهاي بعدي، به خودم فحش بديد.دمتون گرم.

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باجناق جان نقي،نازي جان،شيرين جان،فداي محبتتون.

مونا جون و كيل جوي جان ،دستتون براي شعر درد نكنه ،حال كردم.

ابرمرد خان عزيز، ابي جان با صفا،قربون شما كه ختم با معرفتها هستيد.

ايراندخت جان ، خانمها هميشه در زندگي من نقش مهمي داشتند ،دارند و خواهند داشت.ميگن زن بلاست ولي الهي هيچ خونه ائي بي بلا نباشه.ممنون از حرفات.باهاس با هم بشينيم ،كاپوچينو بخوريم و اختلاط كنيم.زنده باشي عزيز.

سوري جان و پرنسس عزيز.داستان من و لندن يك داستان تلخ و پائيز الود است...يك زماني عاشقش بودم ولي مثل يك رگبار بارون بهاري بود و ديگر هيچ.فداي جفتتون.

 جهانشاه جان. تو تنها شاهي هستي كه با دموكراسي داري اينجا رو اداره ميكني.ناز نفست و ايوالله...از سفر حتمن خواهم نوشت.همه لطف كردند و اين را خواستند.به روي چشم.

مجيد جان...خيلي كارت درسته...الهي سايه تو از سر عزيزانت و بنده كم نشه.از عكسها چند بار ديدن كردم ، دستت درد نكنه همشهري.من فدات.

فداي همتون... الهي سالم باشيد و موفق.ممنون.

Dear Redwine

Redwine jan,

I'm so glad you cameback. I had missed your blog. Please let us know when you plan to go to a long trip.
If I were you, I would take my mom's offer for KHORSHID khanoom !

Shaad zee

Red wine joon welcome back

Great writing. Welcome back. Tell us more about your Afrique travels!

Cities

Dear Killjoy,

Don't be so cheeky, ladies are never up for grabs! :))

Not to hijack Red Wine's blog, but again I agree with Souri about London. It is a special city. I have lived and travelled in many different places, and althogh I enjoy visiting differenct cities, there aren't many places I could live. 

There is something fascinating about London, because while it is definitely the most cosmopolitan city I have ever seen, at the same time it's a collection of villages. Every part has a completely different character and air to it, but you are always aware that you are in London.

Cheers!

Cities!

Dear Souri,

I have enjoyed every city I have visited in spite of some unpleasant experiences I've had in a few. I tend to forget those experiences unless, somehow, I'm reminded of them. They were too insignificant to spoil the whole experience for me. Each city has had its beauty.

I envy Redwine for having had the luxury of visiting so many places during the time we didn't hear from him. And I like the photo he has chosen for the blog very much.

When I stop what I'm doing now--I'm working seven days a week, at the moment--I'd like to live in a small town, just like my hometown, where I get to know all the people around.

Being a good cook I always find my way to people's hearts through their palates. It helps in making friends.

dear Killjoy, they say:

AAy barg sabz bisheh

dood az kondeh paa misheh.....

Have you heard this before ?

But joke aside, I have seen many big and small cities in Europe and North America. There are many beautiful cities (I love Rome) but each one is specific and for me , Rome, Venice and London are the most special. London is really very special, everything is mystic and old and just majestic !

As for ladies..........Of course, younger is always better :-)

Redwine

Welcome back. 

I sent you link to a photo essay from IC since you were in love with Vespa scooters, enjoy.

Too Old For My Taste!

Souri says:

"Please don't break up with this "old bitch."

And The Princess says:

"Do give the old lady a second chance, it has a lot to offer. :)"

Are you ladies up for grabs?

Any brand new YOUNG chicks out there.

JJ khan

آخ بمیرم واست که تو از همون روز اووووول خاطرخواه این آقا ردواین ما بوووودی

ببخشید ما رو. ما عا قلیم و چشم و گوش بسته عاشق کسی‌ نمیشیم.

من فکر می‌کنم که اعتراض‌های من حتا یک کمی‌ هم اثر مثبت گذاشتن، البته اگه حمل بر فخر فروشی نشه

حالا اگه حسودیت شده شمام میتونی‌ از من یاد بگیری !

گفتم که، بعضی‌ وقتا می‌شه با یک تکون کوچیک، خوبی‌‌ها و نقاط مثبت یک
نفر رو غربیل کرد و رو آورد. ببین شما الان نوشته‌های این آقا ردواین ما
رو بیشتر دوست داری، یا قبلا ؟

تقلب هم نکن لطفا.

خوب ، مرسی‌

ghorboon sadagheh

Red Wine jan, welcome back! What an adventure. How come you didn't write about your north African travels? I hope you do.

I have been your fan since day one (unlike some people who now ghorboon sadagheh miran :o)))

I hope you find a yar soon and make your life sweeter.

mokhless

Dear Red Wine,

Thanks for sharing a page out of your diary although, like Souri jan, I was saddened to read you entry on London. Do give the old lady a second chance, it has a lot to offer. :)

I enjoyed your personal and poetic post. Thanks!

dear Redwine

first of all, thanks for the nice comment you left for me. Thanks also for coming back here 

I liked your blog. It was very simple, nice and pure. The part I find very beautiful is this one 

من و لندن سالهاست كه از هم جدا شديم و كودك وار با هم قهر هستيم...لندن
هيچ وقت ارزش وفاداري من رو درك نكرد.حالا بيشتر شبيه روسپيهاي پير بزك
كرده شده،قرقروتر شده،زردتر شده...حتي كلاغها هم به لندن محل
نميذارند...شهر هنوز در دست وفاداران ملكه است.به ما چه؟!ارزونيه خودشان

It mad me so sad. Some distant feeling which came back to haunt me

It was very well written. But I have to add that, I love London. Last time I went there was 18 month ago, after 15 years !! and I still found it very charming ! Please don't break up with this "old bitch"......

welcome back

Dear Red Wine

To see the world from your point of view is very interesting. Whether it's the northern African countries, the weather in Paris, the city of London or just simply your cats, everything is somehow feminin and there is always a woman to savor or to blame...

Welcome back! :0)

IRANdokht

Redwine Jaan

Shazdeh Jaan,kojaa boodi? nazdik bood biyaam Paris soraaghet.Lotfan dafe dige ke be safare Maarkopoloee rafti,doostaan ro bi khabar nazaar!!baba maa ye Shazdeh bishtar nadaarim ke del baraash tang mishe!!.

Shaad Baashi

Dear Red Wine

Dear Mona,

I happened to find it as well and sent in a minute ago. I hope the moderator won't post it twice!

Thanks!

Khaaneyeh Doost Kojaast?

"خانه دوست كجاست؟" در فلق بود كه پرسيد سوار

"خانه دوست كجاست؟" در فلق بود كه پرسيد سوار.
آسمان مكثي كرد.
رهگذر شاخه نوري كه به لب داشت به تاريكي شن‌ها بخشيد
و به انگشت نشان داد سپيداري و گفت:

"نرسيده به درخت،
كوچه باغي است كه از خواب خدا سبزتر است
و در آن عشق به اندازه پرهاي صداقت آبي است
مي‌روي تا ته آن كوچه كه از پشت بلوغ، سر به در مي‌آرد،
پس به سمت گل تنهايي مي‌پيچي،
دو قدم مانده به گل،
پاي فواره جاويد اساطير زمين مي‌ماني
و تو را ترسي شفاف فرا مي‌گيرد.
در صميميت سيال فضا، خش‌خشي مي‌شنوي:
كودكي مي‌بيني
رفته از كاج بلندي بالا، جوجه بردارد از لانه نور
و از او مي‌پرسي
خانه دوست كجاست."
خانه دوست كجاست

Dear Killjoy

نشانی

خانه دوست کجاست ؟ در فلق بود که پرسید سوار
آسمان مکثی کرد
رهگذر شاخه نوری که به لب داشت به تاریکی شنها بخشید و به اگشت نشان داد سپیداری و گفت
نرسید به درخت
کوچه باغی است که از خواب خدا سبز تر است
و در آن عشق به اندازه پرهای صداقت آبی است
می روی تا ته آن کوچه که از پشت بلوغ سر به در می آرد
پس به سمت گل تنهایی می پیچی
دو قدم مانده به گل
پای فواره جاوید اساطیر زمین می مانی
و تو را ترسی شفاف فرا میگیرد
در صمیمیت سیال فضا خش خشی می شنوی
کودکی می بینی
رفته از کاج بلندی بالا جوجه بردارد از لانه نور و از او می پرسی
خانه دوست کجاست

با احترام،مونا

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شراب ارغوانی‌،خوش آمدید

Here's The Address!

Here's what I found. A poem by Sohrab Sepehri. I read the original in Persian when I was in college. Can someone find the original in Persian?

The Address

Translation: Maryam Dilmaghani

At the first light of the dawn
Asked the pilgrim:
"Do you happen to know
the abode of The Beloved?"

The skies went silent
save their mourning clouds,
save their falling stars.

The passer gave up his glowing twig
to the gloom of the sands
and replied:

“Don’t you see that poplar tree?
Well, right before the tree,
There is lane that you’ll reckon, I deem.
For it is greener than a heavenly dream.
For it is generously shaded with the deep blues of love.
Well, If you See.

So walk down that lane
You’ll arrive to the garden of sense
Turn to the direction of the loner lake
Listen to the genuine hymn of leaves
Watch the eternal fountain
that flows from the spring of ancient myths
till you faint away in a plain fear.

And when a rigid noise clatter into the fluid intimacy of space
you'll find a child
on the top of a tree,
next to the nest of awls
in hope of a golden egg.
Well, if you See.

You may be sure; the child'll show you the way.
Well, If you just ask about
the abode of The Beloved.”

Beautiful, simple and

Beautiful, simple and touching!

Love your last sentence! 

Welcome back!

Baba, people were looking for you recently! Souri even blogged about your disappearance! It's good to hear from you. Your trip sounds so interesting. My Tunesian friends are the best, warm and fun and gorgeous, so I know what treat you had there! Khasteh nabashi!

redwine jan

baba koja hasti delemoon vasat va nevesh tehat tang shod. as they say in america well come back.