Dariush – Dastaye To
Farsi – English translation by Reza Sarmadi

To the one whome without I see myself alone
Wherever I set my foot I see you there
I remember your eyes were filled with pain and sorrow
The story of your loneliness was as much as a hundred stories itself

Your memories will always be with me whereever I go
It constantly burns throughout my life

You were my sun in this cold cold world
It was your hands that whiped my teary eyes
Where are those hands now, those two wonderful hands
Why are they quiet, those lips that told wonderful stories

I for one am not a believer, that all those memories died
The lover of the skies, died behind a window…

Sky has gotten heavy, feels like God’s fallen asleep
As if did not see my tears, from the heavens

Your memories will always be with me whereever I go
It constantly burns throughout my life

Fereidoon Foroughi – Niaz
Farsi – English translation by Reza Sarmadi

Your body reminds me of the hot summer’s noon
The color of your eyes reminds me of the rain
In your absence, life is no different than imprisonment
When you ignore me, it reminds me of the bitterness of being in prison

My need is to see you every single day,
to hear “I love you” from your lips

You’re grand just like the moment rain first falls
You’re the blood that’s running in my veins at any given moment
You’re like the sleeping red flower, pleasant just like sleep itself
And I am the one, who without you, would suffer and die

My need is to see you every single day,
to hear “I love you” from your lips

You’re like the temptation of capturing a butterfly
You’re like the excitement one gets when one flies a kite
Just like a story, you’re always full of happenings
You’re like the happiness in the ever sleeping doll

My need is to see you every single day,
to hear “I love you” from your lips

You’re beautiful just like the colors that make the clouds
Wild flowers lose their colors in your presence
If men in fairy tales find out that you’re here
they will fly in with flying horses to come get you

My need is to see you every single day,
to hear “I love you” from your lips

Sattar – Shazde Khanoom

My two hands are inky
And all of my poems are crossed
Compared to you princess
I’m poor and needy
“Get your pride and go up to her”
Thats what my hart says
“Become her slave eagerly”
Thats what my hart says

My Princess if you let me
I’m going to tell you that
You’re very welcome to my poem
My princess you’ve come to your own house
With a lot of modesty and sincerity

Wow my heart has become too smart and mean
Believe me that the enthusiasm of meeting you has brought tears to my waiting eye

My Princess if you let me
I’m going to tell you that
You’re very welcome to my poem
My princess you’ve come to your own house
With a lot of modesty and sincerity

If you give me the opportunity I’ll show my love to you
And for escaping from my heart
I already have two legs but I’ll borrow two more legs

My Princess if you let me
I’m going to tell you that
You’re very welcome to my poem
My princess you’ve come to your own house
With a lot of modesty and sincerity

If you give me the opportunity I’ll show my love to you
And for escaping from my heart
I already have two legs but I’ll borrow two more legs

My Princess if you let me
I’m going to tell you that
You’re very welcome to my poem
My princess you’ve come to your own house
With a lot of modesty and sincerity

Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Women! What can you say? Who made ‘em? God must have been a fuckin’ genius. The hair… They say the hair is everything, you know. Have you ever buried your nose in a mountain of curls… just wanted to go to sleep forever? Or lips… and when they touched, yours were like… that first swallow of wine… after you just crossed the desert. Tits. Hoo-ah! Big ones, little ones, nipples staring right out at ya, like secret searchlights. Mmm. Legs. I don’t care if they’re Greek columns… or secondhand Steinways. What’s between ‘em… passport to heaven. I need a drink. Yes, Mr Sims, there’s only two syllables in this whole wide world worth hearing: pussy. Hah! Are you listenin’ to me, son? I’m givin’ ya pearls here.

Dillon: Hold it Dutch, I’m going after Mac.
Dutch: That’s not your style, Dillon.
Dillon: I guess I picked up some bad habbits from you, now get your people the hell out of here.
Dutch: You can’t win this Dillon.
Dillon: Maybe I can get even.
[Dillon walks away]
Dutch: Dillon.
[Dutch throws a machine gun to Dillon. They look at each other, knowing this is probably goodbye]
Dillon: Just hold on to that goddamn chopper.

Tony Montana: What you lookin’ at? You all a bunch of fuckin’ assholes. You know why? You don’t have the guts to be what you wanna be? You need people like me. You need people like me so you can point your fuckin’ fingers and say, “That’s the bad guy.” So… what that make you? Good? You’re not good. You just know how to hide, how to lie. Me, I don’t have that problem. Me, I always tell the truth. Even when I lie. So say good night to the bad guy! Come on. The last time you gonna see a bad guy like this again, let me tell you. Come on. Make way for the bad guy. There’s a bad guy comin’ through! Better get outta his way!

ASOT Episode 284 (2008 Yearmix) is by far one of my most favorite Trance mixes. Here we have some of the greatest tunes of 2008.
The mix is split into single tracks for your pleasure.
Thank you Armin

Enjoy

If you’re a fan of horror films you’re going to love this!
I watched this movie for the first time when I was about 10 years old.
I consider this to be one of the most horrifying Japanese tales.

Kwaidan – Woman of the Snow

Starring : Tatsuya Nakadai as Minokichi, Keiko Kishi as Yuki, the Snow Spirit Woman
Directed by : Masaki Kobayashi
Release Date: 1964
Runtime: 38 min

Kwaidan is a spooky classic from Japan. The 1964 film offers four short horror stories. In the second story shown on this page -The Woman of the Snow, a man has an other worldly experience when he watches a strange spirit woman arrive in snow storm and breathe ice on his friend…. (really nice blue lips too). The friend dies from freezing to death. She tells him never to reveal the tale to anyone. And then the story gets really weird. Cool stuff!

Part of what makes this film so special is the combination of wonderful cinematography – and a remarkable set design schema. The colors in this film are so hot – they might blow your monitor. Cannes Film Fesival winner in 1965 -Jury Special Prize, Nominated for an Oscar in 1966 for Best Foreign Language Film -Japan.

Enjoy