ممکن است از خیلی ها جدا شوم همان طور که جدا شده ام تا بحال
ممکن است عاشق خیلی ها شوم و بهشان نرسم کما اینکه نرسیده ام
ممکن خیلی ها بیایند و بروند آنگونه رفته اند تا همین حالا
اما "تهران" ... تو اگر نباشی تهران!!! توی دودآود خیانت پیشه ی خشمگین لعنتی اگر روزی نباشی در کنارم 
هوای کدام شهر را بو بکشم
کدام شهر در آغوشم خواهد گرفت
من وطن پرست نیستم. تو بگو وطن دوست حتا
تو اما تهران! عشق اول و آخر منی

The Vultures

As he was getting into the train, he couldn’t feel it immediately. The taxi had passed strangely while he had been hailing it. He couldn’t find the reason yet. Neither did he want to commute in that capsuled tins full of smelling dreadful passengers, nor preferred the speed of traveling underground to get natural light while being stuck in rush hour. As a matter of fact, he hated the tubes but he was traveling with it unexpectedly. He felt something as he was passing the aisle, something deep in his heart which he wasn’t able to realize what it was. Something strange had been flowing through the passengers and the environment among them. The train started moving fast suddenly as the man was trying to get used to air filled with the smell of iron, glass, drops of cold sweat evaporating in the hot weather...