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RIWAN · 1/16/24

نام فارسی دلنوشته: بوف پاییزی
نام نویسنده: @نبــات

نام مترجم: @diana.zam

Introduction:
I was sitting on the terrace of Aghajoon's house, the same terrace whose iron railings had just been painted blue. They were decorated, the courtyard was a sea of leaves, the dry leaves that I always walk on and the rustling sound of which reminds me of you, you who now do not know where I am. Where is my mind? I want to throw myself from your terrace into your world. By the way, Ms. Joon has left a woolen blanket, she remembers that you love turquoise blue, I remember the precious color of your ring, which is still nice on the finger of your right hand.

RIWAN · 1/16/24

The lady was emptying the boxes of tomatoes one by one in the pool, I was sitting on the edge of the pool and I was sitting the tomatoes under the tap, when we were children, the lady would never let us go to the pot, now I had become her assistant, she had upgraded me, the boxes were empty He used to talk, he used to say: In the old days, people could be raised with your look, with their behavior, with their words. Be one of those old earthlings who are waiting for you to remove the dust, put aside the dry leaves of its existence and see what is going on in its heart, the lady was right. You were one of those old earthlings among all these people, even when the leaves of the trees of your heart fell in the fall.

RIWAN · 1/16/24

At night, the smell of his cigarette wafted through the dampness of the air, the sound of a broom sweeping over the dried leaves of a fig tree. I did so to have an excuse to hear the night's stories.

RIWAN · 1/16/24