“ Winter is going ,but who knows spring will come or not ! ”
Sometimes life was like smoking in silence , without thinking where and when you are !
~ Ali Rezavand Zayeri
I have a decision to go, but I am not sure to choose which other prison on the earth.
Sometimes I think I look like a sheep between wolves so I answer where is shepherded? Sometimes I think I am the wolf so I answer where are the sheep-dogs?
I find feminism in smiles of a country girl not in Woolf’s artworks.
