Original subtitles

IN THE NAME OF GOD

" THE PEAR TREE " a film by DARYOUSH MEHRJOU'l

All the trees in Damavand have fructified

All but the pear tree

The luscious and flirtatious tree

And the old and stubborn gardener...

Brings this to my attention every morning

I see him waiting behind the window of my room just as I open my eyes

He doesn't understand that the sad fates of those stupid plants...

And their well-being or misfortunes of grass and other vegetables...

Does not concern me at all

I mean I am an author, a philosopher and a poet

And he doesn't understand that I'm concerned and focused on other things

Somewhere beyond earthly little incidents

Beyond daily and unworthy incidents

Mister!

Sir!

Mister!

Mister!

Sir!

I'd have to finish this damned book this year

I have no excuses not to do so

In this in-the-middle-of-nowhere garden...

There is nobody to waste my time by babbling and discussions...

And of course by talking as well

No socializations

No wife or children

Nothing but lots of time and sunshine

And silence and peace of mind

Basically all the necessary ingredients for inventions and creations

Everything is well but the MR. Gardener

- Mister! - What?

I want to talk to you about that tree

I'd have to make him realize

That his master has come to dump place for something important and vital

And the fact that his master's everlasting writings...

Are very valuable to himself, his family, his city, his country and perhaps even to the world

I want to talk to you about that pear tree

Everything is in order

Three kinds of eyeglasses

Each one for a unique type of vision

Pencils, pens and every type of stationary goods

I won't get up anymore once I begin to write

I am going to write fifty pages at once

What about?

That's a good question

And it doesn't have an answer

Since I don't know it yet

How should I put it?

Mister!

Mister!

Are you alright?

I'm very sorry, but can you come and take a look at the pear tree?

I imagine if I write a page every hour...

And if I work for ten hours a day that'll be ten pages a day

And seventy pages a week

It's easy to calculate it

And if I work like a normal human-being...

I will have written close to one thousand pages by the beginning of winter

I have two gold-plated covers ready

And If I print it with large fonts...

It will be four editions

Mister !

Hello sir

Father!

- Hi - Hi Mr. Mashadi Hassan

It's Mashadi Hossein sir

This doesn't concern me Mashadi Hossein

The hell with all pear trees and every goddamn piece of vegetable

Leave me alone

No, I shouldn't lose my temper

Anger will stall my work

What work?

The writing?

Of course, fast, consistent easy and smooth writing

Just like breathing

Or like looking

Like existing

Mister!

Stop saying mister! Knock it off Mashadi

Can't you see I'm working here Leave me alone already

Work, work

A work which used to be my love, my career and the reason...

For being or not being and even the cause of my reputation and the capital of my life...

Has now turned into a living hell

I don't want to write

I can't write

I don't know what I want to write about

I've promised eight articles to four newspapers

I have two scientific-cultural trips and four literature-artistic interviews ahead

So why aren't I writing then?

This cherry tree is still standing

Full of youth, liveliness...

And specially youth

It makes me angry

Am I jealous?

Perhaps there is some kind of a feminine flirtatious about it which makes me restless

There they come again

Hello mister

Mister!

Hello master

Where has this laziness...

And the tendancy to waste time and forgetfulness come from?

Sweet dreams...

Great humanitarian dreams...

Political and social expectations...

Mesmerizing imaginations about me and others...

They all have ceased to erupt within me

And the eternal addiction to philosophy and art...

Which used to be the food for my thoughts...

They all have gotten forgotten

Mister!

Mister!

They're still here, why won't they leave?

What do they want from me?

He doesn't let me work for even a moment

The sky...

The empty part of my brain and my short thoughts...

They are still vast, wide open and clear

Mister!

The old men are waiting

The pear tree hasn't fructified

This incident revolves around dirt the Earth and water

It has nothing to do with poems philosophy and the super natural

Did you want something?

Hello sir

Sorry, I am very sorry

I just wanted to convey my regards to you

- How are you? - Fine

How is your mother? Your father?

The late father

God bless him sir

This bastard pear tree is being stubborn

It hasn't fructified this year at all

I'm not in the mood to listen to everything he says

The pear tree has not fructified this year and

And the gardener thinks of this shameless silence from the tree...

As an unforgiving impoliteness to himself

I thought perhaps the tree's gotten spelled or bewitched

Or perhaps the ten trees in the other garden are spelled too

There must be some kind of a magic involved

Why are the other trees healthy then?

Just this one is damned quiet

He doesn't know why it's not fuctifying

And the lack of understanding is bothering him

He's been dealing with flowers and trees all his life

He knows the vegetables inside out

He is quite familiar with their moods

I swear there's nothing I haven't done for this tree sir

I've watered it a lot

I kept watering it every morning bright and early

I organized its branches myself

I've fertilized it myself And great human furtilizers for that matter

I've talked to it a lot

I've caressed it and expressed love to it

I've said all the loving words to it

But it was all useless

I even pretended as if it was nothing important

I ingored it, I laughed for no reason

- The chief of the village can testify - Yes

But it was all useless

So I lost my temper and went at it

You goddamn good-for-nothing timber

I even kicked it a few times as well

But it was no use at all

I'm out of solutions I swear

I don't know what its problem is

It might think that I know

I not only am the owner of the garden but also I'm a scientist and wise man

I have to know all the why's in the world

- Didn't it blossom? - Not even a single one

Perhaps it's ill Or it's some kind of a virus

No sir, I know all the illnesses of these trees

There's nothing wrong with him

It could have gone old and has no energy left

This tree has a long way to go before it stops giving fruits like all others

Yes sir, all trees get this way sometimes

You can't just leave them be like that

Leave and come back tomorrow father

I have more important things to do

The master doesn't get it

Mister! Master!

You control the fate of this garden

You have to dictate what to do

- Dictate? - Yes

There are ceremonies that you'd have to be present for sir

Perhaps later, or next week

Pardon me sir

But other trees will learn to do the same

Plants imitate each other and that's not something you'd want

We think this pear tree must be punished sir

Remember how much you used to like this pear tree sir?

You've told me many times

That the Damavand Garden is nothing without this pear tree

I don't remember

Did I say this rubbish?

You said it And you were a grown man then

Do you remember the last summer?

You told me standing under this very pear tree

You told me not to forget to water and fertilize it

Remember sir?

I did? Did I really?

You used to like all the trees here before

I remember one day you went to the well with Ms. Mimcheh on the donkey

An unvisible hand is squeezing corners of my heart

Disorganized memories are turning inside my head

Where was it?

Remember how much noise you used to make in the afternoons?

You used to eat beans and vinegar

You used to grill corns

I used to tell you not to climb up the pear tree or you'd fall

But you never did listen

I used to bring down a couple for you

And you'd get mad and wouldn't take the fruit

I know this man

I know the chief

My best memories of my childhood and his memories are combined

He wasn't the chief of the village back then

And he didn't look like he does now

Time has changed his appearance

And mine too

You used to go and run around the garden with other kids

You used to play

This garden never did look like it does now

There are no traces of his mighty physique anymore

I used to be afraid of him when I was a kid

Even the straw dogs used to get scared of his thick and scary voice

The gardener of Damavand Garden...

And he was the sole ruler of all the trees in the village

This is a familiar look

These eyes look at me from the very far away past

From the time of my childhood

These eyes are full of past memories

What are you doing?

Don't, don't touch it

Can't you see the magnificent web it has woven?

- What? - In here, look

I can't see anything

That's because you're blind deaf and dumb

You are selfish

I'm twelve years old and

I'm in love twelve thousand times more than the capacity of my small heart and soul

I'm confused and out of it

I'm dry I'm a mess and mesmerized

I'm not myself, my usual self

Even better!

I laugh for no good reason

The kind of a stupid and for-no-reason laughter that makes grown-ups sick

I'm ugly, tall and unproportioned

Althoug my legs have grown suddenly and frightenedly...

Although my thoughts and feelings are a mess...

With unclear anxiety

I feel very very happy

I've made a great decision

I want to become an author

Or perhaps a poet

I have also sworn...

To be faithful to my great and eternal love, "M", forever

Or at least for as long as I'm alive

I only wish that time wouldn't go by so slowly and turtle-like

And that it wasn't stalling so much

I wish I'd turn twenty, thirty or fourty years old quickly

I wish I'd be as old as mature, wise and reputable men

How stupid I was

And today...

I wish time wouldn't pass me by so fast

I wish I had another lifetime

I wish I were twelve years old again

And I could rediscover...

With all the people in it...

Even the dead ones

I wish, one of those impossible wishes

I wish I could sit next to " M " just once more

And I could smell her tennis shoes again

- Any shorter brother? - No, that's fine

I love you uncle

Why are they cutting his hair uncle?

Stop being nosy or I'll cut everyone's hair

Let us watch uncle

You have to cover up your head carefully from now on

Cover you neck carefully

The doctor said you must not drink dirty water, uriped fruit or things like that

- You'd have to be careful - But you ripped my hair out mother

Go on boy, don't look

What? Why are you standing here?

Funny

Do I look pretty?

All the kids in the family kept far from me

And they kept making fun of me behind my back

Who cares?

I'm in love with the "M"

And this " M " which the correct pronounciation of her full name boils my head...

She is only a few years older than I am

- Do we know him? - It's Haji Kazem's son

I guess he wants to propose

- Where are you landlord? Hi - I'm right here, hi

Welcome

" M " is a somebody

She associates with the grown-ups

And her fat and stupid mother keeps introducing her...

To educated people for marriage like doctors and engineers

And I know and I can swear

That " M " won't marry neither of them

It's impossible

No one with the right mind would ever accept her as his wife

That's because she is selfish and crazy with a horrible attitude

And she thinks like I do

She is an imaginary poet and artist just like I am

And I don't get enough of looking at her

I only have eyes for her

She fills up my dreams

What? Get out of here and let us play

You'll upset your mother Mimcheh!

Shut up! Go fast

Mimcheh, get up the guests are here

Get up already

Ali moaning and groaning...

Fell on the ground

Read these books The uncle's brought them from the city

" Buried Alive " by Sadeq Hedayat

"M" reads one book a day

And she writes poems sometimes

She smokes time to time and lets me smoke too

I'm glad it fit

What did he say then?

He said if one day a rider...

If a rider came from the valley one day

Tired and exhausted

And fearful

A regretful lover

- And mesmerized - No

With tearful eyes, all bewildered

And was looking at the waves

Tell him you blondie

You're late, Mr. Dream1

Oh, thy black winged- ants

Oh flowers

Oh skies

Oh bees

Oh butterflies

Oh galaxies

Oh lovers

I hereby present my poems to you all

- Oh stupids - Where are you taking the book? Give it to me

Poor nightingales, a poem for the "M", and for me

Don't read it, give it to me

She's rub her moonlight hands on her sleepy eyes

Don't read it

From the tree branches and her cut-off ringlets...

Her black cut-off ringlets Here take it

I write "M" 's name on my body and hand

And when I put it over my heart it starts missing a beat from anxiety

Is it true you're going to be a theater actress?

Will you let me read?

- Is it true? - Yeah

- So you'll go abroad to live with your father? - Yeah, stop asking so many questions

- I'll come too - Get out of here

I'm serious

I'll write plays and you can act in them

Everytime I hear a sound...

I see a light with it as well

Be afraid of judging me wrongfully

It's my duty to remind everyone of this

- Mahmoud! - They were right around here

Mahmoud!

Mahmoud!

- We were over there - Hello auntie

Where have you been? I've been looking for you for two hours

Why do you look like an idiot?

Go and wash your face now

Is that a letter from your father?

What does it say?

Shut up!

What does it say? Does he still want you to go to him?

What if your mother and aunts don't let you go?

What's it to them?

Nobody can stop me I'm going

They were fighting over you leaving just a few days ago

One of them said that Paris was a busy city

And that it was dangerous for you

Someone else said that your father was not a normal person

And that he was always looking for trouble

And that he was always looking for wrong and political things to do

Bullshit

He is a great person in fact

He is a nice man and very smart too

Besides what is it to them anyway?2

Look at them

My dear uncles...

Get up it's time for bird kebab

Come over here fast

Keep blowing dear it's todays hunt

I just don't know what does my smart father have to do with this bunch?

Or how did he go about marrying my mother?

Is it true that he can't come back ever?

Yeah, my father stands by what he says

He is different

What is he saying?

The big brother is in a great mood today

How much longer are you planning to keep this kid tied to the tree auntie?

But you don't know how he is

Don't feel sorry for him He's a kid from hell

Nothing will happen to him

I want some corn, and beans too

Why did you tie me?

I'll kick everyone's ass only if I get myself untied

Get out of here Stop teasing him

Come on

But you don't know how he is uncle

- He'll promise - Untie him now, and see what he'll do

Untie the kid uncle

- You promised alright? - Okay

Untie him

Don't run

You spilled the corns

Why are you playing here? You'll burn yourselves

You spilled the broad beans

Tie him back

" M " despises Uncle Colonel

All she thinks about is to do something to him

This is the Opium Addicted uncle

All he ever does is to attend his fire grill

His military uniform is hanging from a nail in the terrace

It's as if this old shadow...

This forgotten magnificent

Had to be spread over the family's head

Lunch guys

Come to lunch please

Run guys it's lunch

The most horrible order " M " has given is to steal uncle's military uniform

How?

Midnight when everyone's asleep

Order is order and has to be carried out

With my command, to the left

- I don't know my left - It's this side

- We'll march now - Is it fine there Colonel?

Left, two, three, four, it's fine

- Quickly - Sure

- I'll get tired - Here you go

Take my jacket fast

I'm ready for orders

- I'll watch the march - Yes sir

Left, two, three, four

Attention, line up

- I'll give you a medal - Thank you Colonel

- Hello Mahmoud, hi Mimcheh - Hello Shokrollah

- What are you doing there? - How are you?

- What are these you're wearing? - Bring me my horse

- What horse? - Shokrollah's donkey already

He needs his donkey and won't let me use it

You stupid

- Sure colonel - Rn

Shokrollah!

Stop, St0P

- Hold on Shokrollah - What is it?

- Let me have your donkey - I need it

- I want to go to the field - No, it's an order

Careful not to fall Mimcheh

Run, show me what you can do

Colonel, you run so fast

Careful the donkey doesn't drop you

The donkey has a bad attitute Mimcheh

" M " knows I want to become a poet or an author

She also has realized I love her

When I pay too much attention to her...

Or when she gives two thousand orders...

And I carry them out like an obedient slave...

She kicks or punches me out

- Come on out - Get out of here, shut up

It's a hot summer

The sun cuts through the bone at noons

Everyone's sleeping

Even " M "

A tempting silence's spread over the garden

The trees are awake

I can hear them breathe quietly

If " M " wakes up and finds out that I'm sleeping a few meters from her...

She'll get angry

Whenever I stick to her and follow her everywhere...

She passes me by and yells at me

I don't like to hear her yell at me

It was towards the end of the summer when

" M " leaves ruthlessly without saying goodbye

And she steals my poems and my secret diary...

And takes them with her

And she won't ever give them back to me

- Where did they go? - How dare you come at noon and ask me where they've gone?

Why didn't they say goodbye to me?

St0P

St0P

Don't shut the door Ali Leave the door open

Stop

Damavand has suddenly turned into a quiet and cold place

And me like an ill kid...

I am not in the mood to play with the boys my own age

Mahmoud! Where are you Mahmoud?

Mahmoud!

Where are you Mahmoud?

You stay here I'm going to walk in the valley

Mahmoud!

What are you doing up there?

We've been looking for you all morning

Didn't you hear us?

Mahmoud, it's getting dark come down

Mahmoud!

I told you to get down

Get down Mahmoud

Your poor mother's going crazy

You've gotten everyone worried Come down

Do you know you'll get a nice beating if I tell the grandfather?

God is the greatest

If you come down Mahmoud...

I'll promise to bring you the most stubborn donkey for you to ride

The one " M " rode as well?

- Will you bring it right now? - Yeah

You just come down And I'll bring you the donkey

Careful not to fall though

I'll bring it right now

I found him on that walnut tree

Where is the donkey then Shokrollah?

I'll bring it

I'll realize I was fooled just as soon as I get down

And just like the fate's heavy shadow

It keeps following me everywhere from then on

"M" and her mother come to see us in the city

She's read my love diary

I'm sure

I'm sick

I'm sleeping and shame, sorrow and fever twist in my thin body

Hi auntie

I hate to see you like this my boy

How are you?

He doesn't have a fever

He's better after having taken so much medication

Thank God, keep on resting

I have no idea this is the last time I see her

The palm of my hands are burning

I feel as if her name's been tatooed all over my body

How are you? Don't you die on me

By the way, here's your diary

Are you really going abroad?

What medications are you taking?

I know she's on her way

So there won't be a summer

I should not cry

Never

I'll follow you everywhere you go

To the end of the world

You'd have to wait for me

Only five years

I'll write you a letter everyday

Everyday

Every night

I promise

Tears are by my eyelids

In my nose, and in my mouth

I have a fever and the Damavand Garden and " M " and everything else seem to be like a dream

And as usual and as a sign of a friendship and as a symbol of my love...

I hid my love within me

She throws a punch to my face

Don't cry, nothing's happened

You'll join me later

Don't cry

Before leaving, before disappearing forever...

She whipes off my tears

And I feel what she did creates distance

And so I get extremely depressed

Well, bye my little friend

I'll be waiting for you

Be sure to come

Bye

A black and frightening sea appears before my eyes

Maybe I'm dead

I feel my body's gotten torn to pieces

And as if my body parts are floating seperated from each other

Only my eyes still remember "M" 's finger touch

Where am I?

Where was I?

The pear tree1

Do it if you have to punish it

But you'd have to talk to the tree for the last time

Come to the garden please

- Shokrollah! - Yes sir?

- Mash Hossein! - Yes sir?

I escaped the city and its people because of how busy they were...

I've come here to work Only to work

And if you don't know what I do I'll tell you, I'm an author

Look, see

- We're embarrassed sir - But you can't just leave the tree like it is

My Dal...

Have this good-for-nothing tree pulled out from its roots and get it over with

- This tree's frowing sir - The hell with it

Let me be

That's how time goes by

After five years...

Actually after six years and two months I haven't even finished a chapter yet

If I've written fourty pages...

It was only due to the repeated past words

Whether I've been stealing from my own past work or others

Sir!

Sir!

Come on out please

Come to the garden

There's a ceremony you'd have to participate in for sure

Where is it?

I'll watch from here, you go on

No sir, it's at the end of the garden

Go on please

You'd have to go from the other side

- Hello sir - Hi

Is this it?

Yes sir

Its body is healthy it's alive

There's nothing wrong with it

But I don't know why it's not fuctifying

It's being stubborn sir That's how some trees are

They get exorcised

Oh tree, you know I love you more than I love any other tree in this garden

You know well I love you like I love my very own son

I've done everything possible for it as God's my witness

But this tree has made me lose face

That's right sir, we're all embarrassed by this tree

A fruitless tree is like a rotten tooth

- You'd have to pull it out with roots - Yes

Hold on, don't be hasty

There might be a reason for it

How would you know

What are you talking about? This tree must be cut out

This tree needs to be taught a lesson

- Go and cut it off then - lit needs to be done once and for all

- Hold on - What? I've paid him to cut it off

Just wait, I want to talk to the tree shortlhy

- Talk? Here you are and the tree - Yes

- Will you permit me sir? - Sure

Let's see what you can do

Oh tree!

I don't know why you haven't fructified this year

Your leaves are all green

And your body is quite healthy too

And your soul is in a good shape

So stop being stubborn

But if you do so the other trees will learn and that's not good

I don't know what to do with you

Whatever the master says

Whatever the boss says

Sir, what would you have us do?

What should you do?

Cut it off and get it over with

No sir, trees are like human beings

They have feelings too

Listen sir, I'll hold out my neck for this tree

I promise this tree will have fruits again

It will give large and juicy pears too

- And I promise it'll pass all other trees - What do you mean pal?

Cut it off and get it over with

- Right, cut it off - Let's do it

- Don't - Cut it off and get it over with

Cut it already

No, this is my state

If God shuts down a door

He will definitely make up for it

Yes the chief is correct

Will you promise tree?

Yes, it promises Mashady

There is a right time for everything

You fructify some times and you don't other times

You are sometimes asleep and other times you're awake

You sometimes are alive and other times are dead

The nature knows more than we do Mashadi

Yes the chief is right

I'll stick my neck out

Yes, so do we

Okay then, let's praise the prophet

Peace be upon the prophet Mohammad and his household

What do you mean by being quiet and stubborn anyway?

Are you sick?

Or are you trying to cause trouble for us?

You're ruined my day

I should have written fourty pages by now

Time is moey and death is hiding in the corner

What if I don't write anything?

What if I forget everything and say the hell with life?

What if I don't move a finger?

Says who I'm condemned to write? What force is it?

Who is forcing me?

Me to begin with

To my very proud and selfish self

Which needs to show off and exhibit

And next to these who won't let me go

They are waiting for my next piece of work

Sorry professor, but when will your new book be finished?

Soon enough

Sorry professor but what's the title?

I don't know

Sorry sir, but what is it about?

Sorry sir, why did it take so many years?

I really would like to be honest with them

But I don't dare to

How can I tell them that after so many years...

And after so much promises...

And after so much showing off...

This is the result of my so much hard work, nothing?

That I no longer have anything to say nor am I eager to do it anymore?

I don't feel sorry or regret

I'm happy if I'm left to be

But others won't have it

They expect new and creative things from me

They keep hitting me with their judgemental rulers

And sometimes over my head

Hello sir, pardon me

Leave me alone

I'm a small person full of guilt and no matter who I used to be...

You can call me anything you want to

A Philosopher, a fighter, or anything else

But I've said what I had to say

I've written tens of books and hudreds of articles

And today that I've become famous...

I no longer have anything to offer

And I no longer believe in what I used to

Due to an unknown reason, good or bad...

I've lost my addiction to all kinds of beings and will be's anymore

I could be ill from the inside

Or perhaps the illness is from the outer me

I don't know

How can I make you understand?

All of you who are after honesty and truthfulness with simple and frank spirits

I don't know

Sir, in your opinion which one is worse? Westernization or Easternization?

Intellectualism or stupidity?

You talked about love in your first book

About eternal love and originality of feelings and of arts and imagination

In your next books you talked about economical foundation and justification of the history

And defended human rights and the rights of the laborers

But you're saying that you don't believe in them anymore

And then you got quiet for a while and

Rumors had it that you had seizure

The rumors even had it that you were imprisoned by Shah's government for two years

And then you came out of nowhere...

And we realized you had turned to religious ideas and spiritual matters

There is a kind of a confusion in your words now

Let me go, get out of my way

I think about "M"

I had forgotten about her

She was supposed to come back

Her letters would come from abroad

She'd given up on being an actress

She was studying history and literature

And waiting for me

Weren't you supposed to come you liar?

Weren't you supposed to write plays for me MR. Poet?

Have you forgotten it?

What would I write about?

About an ended love?

About public fooling political ideas? About friends?

About a destroyed and fake party?

And about how I had been had?

In a society with a no-class future...

And after the aim of the historical labor-level having come true...

You reach your dream and...

You are rid of making a living

You no longer have to work eight hours a day

One or two hours are enogh

And you can spend the rest of your time doing what you please

Do arts or write poems

You can play a musical instrument

There's not much left till we reach this ideal society

The first book I wrote is a series of love poems

Presented to " M "

Hi

I wanted the series of your love poems

Reading my name makes my heart beat fast

I'm still in love

And this love and heart throb has gone in a new way

This is a new and truthful love which is more worldly

The eternal " M "

The lost " M " in a larger scale

" M " 's love in my body

Has turned into hatred and despise towards the British and the dictating class

" M " 's letters haven't been answered

It's not important

This has become a part of the political ideals of the party

I carry out any orders they issue

Take this to Abadan, to Haqayeq Bookstore

Mr. Arash

I believe anything I hear

I'm not in a good shape

I'm out of money and hungry

I'm sick

I know they're after me but I don't care

I'm in love

I'm bewildered and mesmerized

These are the best years of my life

I'm laughing at my own stupidity today

But back then my heart and soul were in the hands of my political believes

Life used to run in my veins with excitement

Had I answered "M" 's letters...

Everything would have changed

I wanted to do everything else and then attend to her letters

I wanted to change the world first

To write my books first

And to become popular and famous

And to be a winner

Dear sir, your life is full of mistakes imagination and let-downs

When are you supposed to wake up?

We no longer believe in your writings and your words anymore

How many pages is your last book anyway? How many editions are there to it?

Your last book could be full of unclear ideas as well

The last book?

Since it's empty with nothing written in it...

It's my best and most complete book

I'll go back tomorrow morning

How is it dear colonel?

No the one up there, look

Sure colonel

Oh my eyes, my foot

How is that colonel?

No further up

The one way up there

Sure colonel

The branches are thin here I might fall down

Shut up, the highest pear

- You good-for-nothing idiot - I'm falling down

" M " has written me that she's waiting for me

It's a love letter

She hates politics

The historical events don't concern her

My dreams are full of sour cherry, cherry apple and pear blossoms with canaries singing

And sometimes there are golden wheats which I don't know how they fly up

And pass over the river

And they come into my dreams

And then I see a house full of the forgotten warmth

And full of the reality of you forgetting me

Full of so many colorful moments

Full of sweet and moonlight whispers

But where do I fit?

When will I be in your life?

I put my hand over my feverish forehead when the summer arrives

And I whisper it like a prayer

I don't like the fall

Why does everybody believes this is the season for poetry?

I won't change the warmth of the walnut tree with the yellow and fallen leaves

I belong to the grape season and I'm startng to burn slowly

But my flames are all getting cold

There is a long smile on each end

Old friends have become strangers to me

They shut their doors in my face

Stop!

I had build a world of bubbles

Which got popped with a snap of fingers

So many sweet yet false dreams

There was four of us in a small cell

Two years before the revolution

They were supposed to execute all of us

One of my cell mates knew " M "

They were relatives

I heard about the accident and "M" 's death in France from him

She was a goner herself

I couldn't believe it

"M" is gone

I'm ready too, let's go occifer

Not occifer, it's officer

Everytime I hear a sound...

I also see a light with it too

Come and tell me...

Did a light come to our attention that time when you heard a sound from the castle as well?

- Or that time when... - Not like this

- That time when... - Okay

Did a light come to our attention that time when you heard a sound from the castle as well?

I heard the sound that time

But I don't remember whether a light was with it or not

Now it's your turn...

Had you told us that judging you would be something dangerous to us?

- Had you told us... - Not like that

Had you told us...

Say it nice

Had you told us that judging you would be something dangerous to us?

Don't laugh, we're serious

Be scared of doing me wrong

It's my duty to remind you of this issue

Now tell me, which one is danger for us?

But which is danger for us?

Which one is it?

Don't laugh, this is serious

Come here and watch me

Come here, take this

The sound told me that I'd be the winner of this trial

The voice told me to give in to everything they do

Don't pull it so hard

Don't be scared of martyrdom

Martyrdom is the torture we go through in the prison

Could there be a worse pain that this?

I'm looking forward to the pleasure of my own God

- Go on already - What?

Fire it up

- Fire it? - Go on

Even if you take my soul from my body

You won't hear anything out of me

What's that fire Mimcheh?

You stupid boy

Don't you dare play with fire again

Did you really have feelings for " M "?

Yes

Were you serious when you told " M " that you'd go the next year?

But you never did?

Yes

What is your last book about?

I see a colorful tree everywhere I turn to

Which is mesmerized by her own beauty like a princess

And is repeating that eternal question

Mirror mirror on the wall Who is the prettiest of all?

The best...1

The greatest...

The most artistic

The garden is full of whispers and heart beats

Full of proud vital chaos

All but the pear tree

With a dead body and empty hands...

Is standing in the middle of all that commotion

And doesn't care about all that complaint

Like an old sheik sitting in the quiet

Down to the earth...

Patient...

And thankful

This is a wise tree

And responds to the touch of my fingers

This tree has secret words to say

And is whispering to me

Grandmother used to tie her sleeping net to the branches of this very tree

And father used to stand to pray next to this very tree

May God keep it standing

It's been very fruitful this year

Have some

Go on, eat up

How juicy!

- Shokrollah! - Yes dear?

Drop me one of those large and juicy ones

- Here it comes - Throw it

Here you go

The chief once said that this tree was going to give fruits again

In the right time

Now it's quiet and it's as if it is monitoring the world around itself

It smells just as it should

Full of rich experiences

And moments full of aroma

And love and torture

And another smell

The smell of " M " 's tennis shoes

My sight goes to the furthest shiny moon

My limited brain tries to understand the meaning of eternity

Unlimited galaxy

Unlimited space

Unlimited being

And time which has no beginning and no end

And me...

Congratulations professor...

Your last book published last year is magnificent

Is it true you're nominated for this years award?

Your photos were printed in foreign magazines

Our nation is proud of you

What is your message in your last book?

Do you still believe in the economical foundation and the world labor union

Do you still believe in the spiritual matters and the presence science?

Do you still believe in anything or anyone?

Where are you? Where do you stand?

Is it true you're only thinking about the end and death nowadays?

Ancient tiredness...

Inherited tiredness...

It's leaving my body gradually

The calmness of this fruitful tree has gotten into me as well

I'm fine

I'm happy

Where am I?

Nowhere

Is it midnight or almost dawn?

I don't know

It's as if I'm sitting in an empty pause between two chaotic minutes

Between the eternity of the past

And the eternity of tomorrow

I'm staring at a spider that

It is knitting a thin web quietly and patiently

" THE END "