Bøker av Amin Afzalpour

For a long time, The whip of the horizonHas been sittingUpon the bosom of the heavensSmoke roseFrom the head of the river.Yet the earth, Has thrust the cotton fieldIn its ea

Come, my lovely one, At nightfall, Let's hold hands, And write together, Your smile on the carbon paper of the night, So that until dawn, At the same time, in each other's arms, We can review, What has happened an

Your lipsAre the Seine River, Splitting open the city of my heart. It's an onion, Remembering you, Brings tears to my eyes.