Faezeh Azizi
Love is a blind boil and a bond of blindness. But loving a self-aware bond from a clear and clear insight. Love is more based on instinct and everything based on instinct is worthless. And loving rises from the soul, and as far as a soul has a height, loving rises along with it. Love is stormy and turbulent and turkey. But loving quietly and steadfastly and dignified and full of decency. Love is madness, and genius is nothing but the destruction and distress of “understanding” and “thinking”. But loving, at the height of its ascension, goes beyond the limits of reason and takes understanding and thinking from the ground and takes it to a high peak of illumination.
The night of the desert is this beautiful and heavenly creature that the people of the city do not know. What they know is another night, a night that begins at dawn. Desert night is indescribable. The calmness of the night that comes immediately with the sunset – the calmness that comes in the city from midnight, confused and broken and disturbed and unstable – the ugly and cruel day and the desert dies and the cold and pleasant breeze of the evening, It announces the beginning of the night.
