and so here it is, ladies and gentlemen, a territory where you can find some footnotes of vahd's life. it contains his ideas, interests, stories, pictures and, sometimes, the most important nonsense of his life... haa!
Friday, March 19, 2010
once a jolly swagman...
along the harrington street, further down the australian avenue,to reach sydney harbour and the opera quay. still impressed by the street lamps at night. i walked on...
twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. so throw off the bowlines. sail away from the safe harbor. catch the trade winds in your sails. explore. dream. discover.
if you set out for an adventure, and you're absolutely convinced you're going to be successful, why bother starting?
when one dines alone one knows the meaning of conversation.
Days may not be fair, always. That's when I'll be there, always. Not for just an hour, Not for just a day. Not for just a year, but always.
(Irving Berlin, Always, 1925)
"...a writer is not interested in explaining reality; he's interested in capturing it."
made in heaven
winter silhouette 2003
for jikan, the silent one
"Above all, remember that you are standing at the center of life, not on the periphery of someplace more important. The lives lived here were and are as full of love and drama as any on earth, and you have the privilege of learning about them from the most definitive sources. No other town, church, house, or street on earth is exactly like this one, and you are listening to its beating heart."
if it be your will that i speak no more and my voice be still like it was before i will speak no more i shall abide until i am spoken for
if it be your will.
"...but i will walk the road however hard it is, because only on the road you can see that yesterday lies behind you and tomorrow waits on the path ahead. The road measures life in distance. The further you travel, the longer you live."
(Ma Jian, Red Dust, 2002)
a gift from leo
You tell me that silence is nearer to peace than poems but if for my gift I brought you silence (for I know silence) you would say This is not silence this is another poem and you would hand it back to me.
dimming of the day
"In loving you I've held back no reserve and so I've nothing left to give tomorrow's lover when you go."
my name is vahd. yes, vahd. I love maps, reading, writing, figuring out 'the way to get there and back again'. my coffee is black with a teaspoon of sugar. I rarely discuss my tailor or my hairstyle. no matter how busy i am, i can always be relaxed... especially when i'm in cikini or when there's good music. i play the acoustic guitar (mostly to entertain myself and someone i try to impress) and i have a pair of old shoes that's been walking with me through so many different streets where i saw and meet people quite like you.