Description
This woman, I am.
this picture is painted with acrylic and colored sand. A faceless and freedomless woman, in the east of the earth. Horses, fish and vases are beautiful symbols of the land of ancient Iran. The sun shines on this woman’s skirt , And her skirt gets light from the sun. On her skirt is the role of Iranian tiles. The fish are freer than her and can swim in the sky. She covers her face so that no one can see her tears.There are the same black flowers that are on the ground at his feet.
Who knows
Maybe this is a woman
She dances for her politician man
They play the piano and
Sings
And prevents the next world war
Who knows
It was the dust and blood of the world
No one dismisses women
They read poetry with their silence
They issue a resolution with their lips
They want war with their hair
Peace with their eyes
Who knows
It may be the last survivor of the world
That the tango dance
