Le MiE AnGoScE

hooray Mauro Sarmiento for the silver medal in olympics!! bravissimo!

and bravo our champion Hadi Saei for the Gold!

there was a difficult challenge between them. at last Hadi won!! but i was Mauro's fan!!

 link of an italian site about mauro:

link of an iranian site about Saei:

link of an English site about both of them:

link of interview after game:

         BRAVISSIMO UN' ALTRA VOLTA A TE, MAURO!!!!!! 

guarda questi piccoli Conigli... come sono bellissimi
ma... penso che loro sono come Topi !! hehe

Dear diary

Today I'm so happy, cuz I finally could change my birthday gift

But I still don't know how to use it!!! I hope I learn but I think

my mother isn't so acquiescent!! Because of this I'm not in good mood now

Happiness of my parents is more important for me than mine, you know

My gift costs about 100£!! If it wouldn't be so useful for me what should I do?

What a SHITTY night!! Mahhh!!!

‍ Caro Dio, Aiutarmi !!! ahhh

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I decided to write a poem for you

This poem is one of my favorite poet's poems: Sohrab Sepehri

He composes the poems amazingly! His poems have many secrets which

no one knows them. Maybe philosophers know

The name of this poem is "A garden in voice" I think its name is also amazing

His poems are Persian but I tried to translate it into the English, myself

I hope it is good Cuz I don't know English very much

Don't miss it! You won't regret!! After you read, comment on it pls

''A Garden in voice''

I was released in a Garden

A colorless and buoyant light blew at me

Had I my self come to this Garden?

Or the Garden filled up around me?

Garden air was crossing on me

And its foliage was slithering in my essence

Wasn't this Garden the shadow of that spirit which stooped at the life's swampland

a moment

Suddenly, a voice accommodated the Garden in itself

A voice that looked like naught

Maybe it was watching its odor in the mirror

This voice always was released in darkness of my mind from a latent orifice

Voice fountain was lost

I had come unexpected

Exhaustion wasn't in me

Wasn't wended any path

Did my life have another space before?

All of a sudden, a color blew

A body had fallen down the grass

A human who had a far likeness with himself

The Garden was in the extremity of his eyes

And voice footprint was along his palpitations

His essence had disturbed my clear ignorance

A blast blew

It opened a trapdoor to my impudence

Dazzler brightness came into the Garden

The Garden was withering

And I was dropping into that trapdoor

Dear diary

21^st of June was my birthday. But none of my parents gave me

My favorite gift. It made me sad! Cuz I'm so sensitive

Just my mother gave me a valuable present. But I don't love it so much.

My father didn't tell me even congratulations…no...he didn't

But I think life is beautiful.cuz I have a good family. I love them verrrrry much.

And also I have friends and relatives that I love them too

And I have my self!! She loves me and tells me: Happy birthday to me

You know, I named this blog's address: -momento perduto- (= the lost moment) It's title of one of my favorite poet's poem. His name is Sohrab

I'm looking for the lost moment which is the most beautiful moment

In my life. Moment of being near my Love

My love is God…I'm looking for a moment being near him. It's only a simile

I love you God

Hey every one

I want to make here my Diary

Because I don't know what should I write about exactly! Cuz I haven't ever written

In foreign languages blogs

So you can help me, you can offer me some subjects

It will help me

Salve a tutti

Questo è il mio primo post. Io non so molto bene Italiano; xkè non sono di Italia

Perciò scrivo Inglese o persiano dopo

Forse uno di questi giorni io potrei imparare l'italiano! spero

Ciao