And I still wonder whether we choose our own path or that it has already been chosen￼.

The path (راه)

Just a few simple words that I wrote and felt like reading them casually.

Music on the background : Scenes from a Marriage (soundtrack from the HBO) - Evgueni Galperine, Sacha Galperine   |   Poem and voice: me 

Here's the poem:
(Please only listen first) 


There was a time 
That I knew how to live 
A time where I could chase yellow butterflies 

There was a time 
That love was something sweet 
A time where my only concern was leaving red stains on my lover’s white sheet 

I used to wake up 
Smelling the air 
So much love to share 
I thought I never can get enough of this, I swear 

Kiss me, lick me, fuck me 
Who cares? 
Freedom they said, I am free 
I am free

Is it soon enough to tell you that time has proved me wrong? 
It takes just a blink, no matter how long 

A person came 
Like any other person, I thought
At first I was numb 
But then something inside of me started to hum 

He put his ear on mine
It’s all about how he made his own personal sign 
Attachments are created from your ear to your heart, on a very fine line 
This I understood when it was time for the second glass of wine 

Factors! They were too much. 
Overfilled! Just with a touch

Kiss me, lick me, fuck me 
I care 
What is freedom as long as what I’m smelling is your hair? 
What is freedom as long as we make love in this small square?
I’ve got nothing to share.
Pink they were. 

Then came a time 
Where love was no longer sweet 
Don’t ask me how this happened and when 
Last thing I remember, was me writing about it with a pen 

I never knew that the physical pain is real 
That your chest will extremely hurt, as if you’ve lost a life-changing deal 

I woke up in pain
Couldn’t remember 
How did the air used to smell? 
How was it exactly before this man rang my doorbell? 

It moved, the feeling 
It was warm 
It was cold 
It was ...

I now wake up 
I remind myself what a friend once said 
That grieving is a must, whether they’re alive or dead 
So I grieve. 

“Kiss me, lick me, fuck me”
I over-heard the girl talking to her lover behind the wall 
I thought 
Everybody cares. 
Oh no, not again tears!

Pink They Were

Vocal, Oud, Poem and Composer : Avin Ahmadi 
Violin : Michael Alves

Dopelk

Live at Strengen Kammer, Porgy&Bess/ Vienna

Horses - اسب ها (Live)

Fairy - پری (Live)

An Iranian Oud player, composer and vocalist 
born on a winter day of 2004 in Tehran. 
Based in Vienna city.

Avin Ahmadi آوین احمدی

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