the Bird is just a Bird
city bird eats french fry while city awakes, the lab cph, dk 2010 the bird says: what a scent, what a sun, spring has arrived and i long for my mate. then, like a message away flew the bird from the window ledge. the bird was little. the bird didn't think. the bird didn't read newspapers. the bird wasn't in debt. the bird didn't know people. it just flew in the air at the height of bliss way above traffic lights experiencing blue moments passionately. the bird, ah, was just a bird. forugh farokhzad translated by h. habibian