Café Jupie
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Saturday, September 29, 2007
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
Monday, May 28, 2007
Wednesday, December 27, 2006
Sunday, August 27, 2006
My Apartment
Tuesday, August 08, 2006
Tuesday, July 04, 2006
The Necklace
This necklace bore my life and my dreams
Brilliantly coloured glass beads
Black and purple held my sorrows and my dignity
Green and blue my connection with earth, my tranquility
Red my passion for all my beliefs
Pink for the child in me
In each glass bead there was a dream, a wish to be fulfilled
Some beads heavy, some light
Their weight invisible to the naked eye, only known by me
The necklace was a gift from my creator
Each day I wore my necklace with pride and humility
It reminded me of all that could be achieved and all that I had forgone
I stood tall and let others see
My necklace gleaming so brightly
It caught the gaze of many evil eyes
But I guarded the necklace with all my life
Throughout the day I’d touch the beads
Feel its power overcome me
But one tragic day the clasp became undone
My necklace crashed to the pavement
Broke into pieces, a thousand and one
I knelt to the ground and wept as I saw
My broken life and dreams before me
But still gleaming in the sun
I ran back to my home and wept some more
The following days seemed like an eternity
I was hollow, so incomplete, and so weak in the knees
When the black beads had crashed, I felt a weight lifted from me
But then the purple took away my dignity
That I had gained from the weight of the sorrows I carried
I no longer felt at one with nature
My passion and tranquility taken away
At nights I laid awake in a frenzied state
My inner child, innocence gone
I needed my necklace, without which I was not myself
I went back to the place where my dreams had broken
By now mud had covered the thousand and one pieces
The thread splintered and so frail
For the past week my dreams had been trampled over
They were no longer gleaming so brilliantly
But weeping for I’d been careless and left them to suffer
I picked up a few pieces of the beads
At home I tried to make them once again complete
But now something was not right
The pieces fit into place, but the colors were not whole
All the blues repelled each other, as did the pieces of the other colors
The colors asked to be blended with one another
The beads were no longer just red, purple, green, blue, black or pink
My life and dreams were fused together
Each bead now a multicolored work of art
Each bead as exquisite as me
I went back to the place where my necklace had broke
And picked up all the remaining pieces
Worked diligently until my necklace was whole
It was not the same necklace I once bore
Made of the same pieces, but now what I wore
Was new, still regarded as a gift from my creator
The pieces didn’t fit into the places they once used to be
But my life and dreams were still complete
Still waiting to be lived and fulfilled
Gleaming evermore brighter than before.
Thursday, June 22, 2006
Wednesday, June 21, 2006
Iran B&W Photographs [July 2004]
Si-o-Se Pol in Esfahan. Figures appear ghost-like because of the very low shutterspeed. Also, there was a bit of camera shake.






























































































