.ببینید و به پاکی یک روح ساده؛ لبخند بزنید
Excerpt: In the
beginning, there was nothing at all.
All you could
here was music.
The first
day, he made the sun.
It stings the
eyes.
The second
day, he made the water.
It's wet.
It wets your
feet if you walk in it.
Then he made
the wind.
It tickles...
The third day,
he made the grass.
When you cut
it, it cries. it suffers.
You have to
comfort it.
Speak kindly
to it.
If you touch
a tree...
you become a
tree.
The fourth
day, he made cows.
When they
breathe, it comes out hot.
The fifth
day, he made planes.
If you don't
take them,
you can watch
them fly past.
The sixth
day, he made people.
Men, women
and children.
I prefer
women and children,
because they
don't prickle when you kiss them.
The seventh
day, to relax, he made the clouds.
If you look
hard, you can see every story in them.
Then he
wondered if nothing was missing.
The eighth
day, he made Georges.
And he saw it
was good.
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