Farideh Shahsavarani
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I wrote You Read
Beginning …
I’m stepping on; all the news is beneath my feet. My eyes are closed. I’m hearing crinkled papers. The building is utterly abandoned and I smell it. Siren, threatens, fear, panic, war, lonely human being … I’m still walking. I’m feeling tense. I’m still walking with my eyes closed.
I touch the pillars. They sound worn and deserted. The atmosphere is cold, fighting, war, forgetting others. I open my eyes. It’s white everywhere. But only at first glance, full of illusion, full of tension, full of loneliness.
I’m stepping over the news, all which has been written along the years. Not to put people through, or to make them anxious, or to warn them, or to tell lies. People were written about, were sold, and were spoken about many days. And now they’re all beneath my feet. I’m stepping over them, over all those celebrities. Inside a cold atmosphere, It seems I’m waiting for a battle, I’ve been aware of. For years I knew it would come and nobody would survive. An atmosphere full of writing and full of jeopardy, sound, fear, cold, exhaustion, abundance, dusty stairs, and forgotten people. A sound of a typewriter and panic again. The people, who’s have never been written about. Whose are not living anymore? Black and white papers, black and white people…and dark writings. The tick of a clock and danger is getting close…and another one who felt the danger. “I’ve written, you’ve read”...
Duratioon of Movies : 3 min 3 sec
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Beginning …
I’m stepping on; all the news is beneath my feet. My eyes are closed. I’m hearing crinkled papers. The building is utterly abandoned and I smell it. Siren, threatens, fear, panic, war, lonely human being … I’m still walking. I’m feeling tense. I’m still walking with my eyes closed.
I touch the pillars. They sound worn and deserted. The atmosphere is cold, fighting, war, forgetting others. I open my eyes. It’s white everywhere. But only at first glance, full of illusion, full of tension, full of loneliness.
I’m stepping over the news, all which has been written along the years. Not to put people through, or to make them anxious, or to warn them, or to tell lies. People were written about, were sold, and were spoken about many days. And now they’re all beneath my feet. I’m stepping over them, over all those celebrities. Inside a cold atmosphere, It seems I’m waiting for a battle, I’ve been aware of. For years I knew it would come and nobody would survive. An atmosphere full of writing and full of jeopardy, sound, fear, cold, exhaustion, abundance, dusty stairs, and forgotten people. A sound of a typewriter and panic again. The people, who’s have never been written about. Whose are not living anymore? Black and white papers, black and white people…and dark writings. The tick of a clock and danger is getting close…and another one who felt the danger. “I’ve written, you’ve read”...
Duratioon of Movies : 3 min 3 sec
Photo Gallery