This mean world by Siamak Azmi

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Siamak Azmi, Karaj
Member Since August 2010
Artist Statement In the name of God
Wondered and blind in a desert, I was mourning for my Heart's descent,
And I had called the repetitive delirium of decay as life
My hands search for the desert, but finds noting but
Mirage and vanity.
It was difficult without you…
There were thousand doors between us,
Thousand false walls, thousand me.
Days: the shower of worry and sorrow,
And nights: nightmare of ruin and scaffold.

And you came…
With colors of kindness, with no mirage,
With no lock of mask.
And my heart's thirsty fish pilgrim the
inside rivers of mine.
You said mind yourselves and I : traveled inside…

And from this journey, safely returned
I promised to enter the first tavern on my round.

From now on, my hands will only brush beloved's locks
My insane heart's desires, my senses hound.

And memories of this journey, become figures and
Colors on the honesty of my canvas,
That was an ear for my complaints and was
my usual outfit.
I hope it to please the hearts of friends and the lord.