INSIGHT: Zamani looks in2 allmost everything

The world seen by me is understood in a certain way as in every other persons case but I'm actually thinking my POV should be shared and spread. Yes I'moopinionated and my ego is rather outof control at times. Yet I love being humbled by the genius of others. Follow my tumblr if you are interested in: films, cinema, politics, outrage and art. I promise you this tumblr will take on Serious Directions.

[sahand]

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#cuba #havana #ampelmann (at Havana, Cuba) https://www.instagram.com/p/Byy0w3tAl1I/?igshid=1dae5eha2evsb

[sahand]

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Something parted, something hurts, The golden age of pain; Welcome back to the show of sorrow, Memorabilia served again,.. #sorryForThePoetry I've lost my words, now for a while and these are just a few too say I'm still alive.... https://www.instagram.com/p/BvPb-s3od98/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=iv7cdtqhvgx8

[sahand]

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The closer we #breath; #mouth to mouth... the further the way; miles afar... in #longing #pain; the wider the gap: The clearer we #feel this certain #love, the harder it gets to play a part, the soul wants more than a play! No #dreams but life, No #fantasies but, us. . #sorryForThePoetry my fingers forced me to write, what my brain refused to... I might have lost track of grammer and such but my words are from the deepest of my shadowed heart... https://www.instagram.com/p/BoqNUekA0h1/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1j1j33fxv9wfa

[sahand]

Of #crossingRoads You walk along a road, It ain't straight, #bumpy; with #holes covering it. Unpaved; #shattered #glass paints the ground. #Painful but what else can you do? You walk it. No other way in mind; you walk it. But than you see a stranger on the other side, Walking #elegantly with ease! The #pavement; solid and clean, a stroll, compared to your #ordeal. you cross the road to a new #dream, In the middle a truck hits you hard, with no #breaks #squealing. A smile frozen on your face, #parting your #brain from your #heart. #sorryForThePoetry I found this #sad #smiling #eager man on the middle of the road, in the middle of the #night I had to give him an #obituary..... (at Moabit)

[sahand]

#Erfolg #Deutschland #WorldCup

[sahand]

Happy on borrowed time #Suspended in #wordplay with #myself, ever telling me the same old #tale. Of the kind of man I'll be, of #change that will bring #changes to see. But than again the agony, of #rhyming #fairytales for no one else, but my #mirror, who is #deaf. There are the #good days, I admit; The good comes with the #bad and only gets #killed by the #ugly. #Sorry, for the #reference, to another #story, just to make you dig in your screen #memory. During the good days when I hide in #heavens, in #enclaves, in another humans #soul, those are the moments I realize I'm #happy; On borrowed time. #sorryForThePoetry i just turned #thirtyFive and still express my self like a #child. #Selfie of #theGoodTheBadAndTheUgly

[sahand]

Every drop of #rain contains you; #wasted each, not on my tongue. #SorryForThePoetry, it has been a while and I couldn't #resist to spill my #guts in front the entire world for the hundreds time..... (at The Hat Bar Berlin)

[sahand]

Thx you to the #ukrainian hosts @dokleipzig that was a wonderful get together... (at DOK Leipzig)

[sahand]

A great #discussion. Lost in politics, #political #film and specifically #documentary films. The big question: "does a great (important) subject constitute, a great film?" One of the best discussions on the subject thx to @dokleipzig & @polnisches_institut_berlin (at DOK Leipzig)

[sahand]

#Lost my self, my every limb, A #soul without a head, A man with #broken arms, a #fantastic #dream with no #happiness, A book, a #story, untold, a #lonely #bobcat #thirsty for your #love

[sahand]

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Oh #daft me! #punk! Again, in #melancholy; of a dream never dreamd. Like the kids speaking of the #roaring20s; of life's never lived #naive images carved out of #celluloid. Me, I fantasize of an #utopia that others hoped for, long before I was born. An #island of #love, of a world with no #borders, not physical nor in our minds, a freedom reaching beyond the stars, a utopia where we would be #spaceMigrators. #SorryForThePoetry lonely journeys make may mind want to flee towards #eternity and what is more #eternal than #poetry?

[sahand]

When you realize not being able to get your #drug anymore it doesn't mean you are not still #addicted like lovers are... #سنجاب ignoring it just won't make it stop.. #poeticjustice (at Olivaer Platz)

[sahand]

Who gives a fuck? No questions asked. I woulden't either! Who gives a fuck? I woulden't ask you to! Who gives a fuck? No one cars.... . 🖤 . #SorryForThePoetry but #whoGivesAFuck . . #Poetry #SoulJuice #Berlin #love (at Charlottenburg)

[sahand]

I #sleep with you; an entire city of #love, on my mind as always. A #dream of sleeping, without #nightmares. My #thoughts evermore #ablaze. . . . . . . . . #SorryForThePoetry #insomnia drives me to do #fulish things, like #rhyming as #meansToAnEnd.... (at Berlin, Germany)

[sahand]

What is there else to say? For #words will fail me in every way. My #dearest this is all I have, #distant; #unacknowledged sign, a #memory, a shine; one piece #broken in half. What else is there to say? #SorryForThePoetry there is much that I can't say in prose but in this way....

[sahand]

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I #bathe, in #clean #waters, sprkeld by #blood of an #openHeart. The hole I made is open for days, crimson it spills the warm #red, Of #Flowers of #love, #lust, #tumors-alike, gushing, oozing, full of #pain. #Painting me a #wicked#bride, I shall be #cleansed, after this, I shell wash out the #wounds; By the end, I will be clean from inside out. Newborn for my new wicked life #SorryForThePoetry my #soul is bursting from pain but I'm not allowed to change that... Even when the solution to my peace is so close again... (at Charlottenburg)

[sahand]

Three dots and a line I'm waiting for #moodyman (at ://about party)