پری فراموشی الفارسية 1399

The reality was not convincing to me as others attached to it, and the time that passed like a river for everyone returned to me. The river drove everyone to the pits where the father was sleeping in one of them and the mother had put a precious stone on it for fear of his return. I was only able to throw my watch into the pit at the last moment (the first thing that easily came off my body) to imagine that there would be a rope between me and him. Like many of our unspoken dates and like the same fountain that only because of us, me and father, jumped into the air on that rainy night and others denied it. I raised my little hand, my very little hand. My little foot crawled forward with it. The opening of cavity was closed and opened again with conscious motivation; Confirming wink! With every beat of my heart, there was another wink. I could clearly hear the beats, more like a thump than a tiny heartbeat. The hoof blows came closer and closer and just before I took the last step to be swallowed by the hole like a carnivorous flower, a hand grabbed the back of my neck and placed me on the warm body of a horse. I moved away from the hole, from the nakedness, from all that closeness, and I came close again