Let’s not shut the door to living speech of destiny which we hear from behind the hedges of sound
Let’s remove the curtains
Let’s allow our feeling to drink fresh air...
Let’s allow instinct to play
Let’s allow all it to take off its shoes and leap over the flowers following seasons
Let’s allow solitude to sing a song
To write something
To go to the street
Let’s be plain
Let’s be plain whether in front of the teller’s window or under a tree
Excerpt The Waters Footsteps, by Sohrab Sepehri
Plain and simple... hmmm what do you say?
