Author: Leila Sadeghi

Translator: Prof. Farzad Sharifian

                                                                                  

                                                             

 
 
 
My walking is a hole. My watching is a hole. My breathing is a hole. My speaking is a hole and My falling in love in whole, is falling inside this hole. When I am walking, I watch someone while he is crossing the street. Before reaching the other side, inside the hole he suddenly falls. Breathlessly, I reach on the top of the hole, and yell: hey! Someone has fallen inside. Some passers go by me, whistling and thinking of a flying lovebird, and its lovely hum. I panic and rush towards a half-made building to find a rope, then decide to dig the ground, to bring him out of the hole. The more the digging gets deep, the more making it big, the more turns me into a bit. I sit down close to the pile of pug, take a deep breath, and take a look at the sky, and suddenly realize somebody yells: hey! Someone has fallen inside the hole.
 
 

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