I was going on a trip, and asked a friend what would he want me bring him as a souvenir?
He wanted a postcard.
While on the trip, and ironically enough, I did not even step out of the hotel almost at all! Of course, no postcard for a friend too. I decided to send some of the photos I had myself captured instead. The motivation for doing so was to help my [boy]friends portrait seductive images of some women in their heads, with the mediation of which i could perhaps seduce them too; "images" of women who could not be demonstrated in the photographs themselves.
To my not-yet-come-lover, You won't believe this; my body is amazingly young, wish you were here!
To my ex-lover, His stunning Irish woman was reading a novel by Kosinski.
To Ali, Have you heard of Belgium women's beauty?
To Ehsan, I saw a woman who was reading Stephen King, I met a young girl whose eyes were colored like our northern sea, the mossed sea.
To Nima, Dutch women reminds me of butter buns, I wish I could bring you two fresh ones.
To Alireza, Remember that time you were talking about the light spreading on women's body and its relation to the painting history? Here, I experienced "volume" and "space" with a Spanish woman named Elvira.
To Anthony, Just imagine Frantz's fresh mature sister!
To Arash, You were right! Playing is a man's work.
To Morteza, Martin inherited pale blonde hair from his mother: the hair color of a French woman; read an Apollinaire poem... I missed you.
To Parham! Charlie's mother resembles your mom; she is pale and you could see the blood movement under her skin. English women are just like this.