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| A gift for you mother, Photo; Shahrzad Ghaffari, June 06.2012 |
Mother, my precious mother,
Remember our sweet moments,
Through the most delicate and elegant dantelles,
In Paris,...
Both looking at the art of grace on fabrics...
You imagined making the most amazing,
Robes of the most incredible woman,
Whose presence is the Grace,
On the earth,
You, mother1
And I, wished being the wealthiest to buy all of them for you,
All the dantelles you desired to sew with them,
The most amazing robes for this precious, unique, beautiful being,
This Grace of the graces called my Mother...
Mother, I used to write the most beautiful of my feelings describing you, the words with which I could conquer your heart, guiding your tears, hiding in the oceans of joy hidden in you ...
Mother, today,
I want to tell you something,
You and others who love me for who I am,
For the magical words with which I weave the most beautiful dantelles,
With which you imagine the most beautiful robes for the most special beings of Grace,
I want you to know,
Where I am when I am not in the time of the earth,
Because I travel sometimes,
Sometime, it happens that I am somewhere else,
I am in a sound, in a flower...
Where I am invited,
When I saw the dantelles we saw and dreamed...something happened to me!
Since, when I see a flower, an association happens in my mind,
I can see the flower going through the millions of years to finally becomes,
The most amazing model for the dantelle makers...
Mother,
If you want to know why I am late,
Family, friends, if you want to know where I get my words from,
Just let you be invited to where you see a flower catching your eyes,
Stop,
Look at it,
It invites you to feel its most delicate perfume,
If you do not feel anything,
Then, it will invite you to see its colors,
Look at it,
Just look and admire it for sometimes in the dimension of no time,
Let it talk to you,
While keeping silence,
You will travel through what you will be so attracted that the time of the earth would disapear,
You will be in a Universe of no time,
And from there,
You dance the Grace in the sound of silence...
To my precious mother,
Shahrzad June 16.2012
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