متن های ادبی / جدیدترین متن ادبی [تیر 1405]

I don't know if I didn't have music, tea, and coffee, if I didn't feel good with light, with plants, and with books, if I didn't like rain and snow in autumn and spring, what kind of taste and image would I use as an excuse to be happy in the most empty possible states of my world? I used to do it, and what small happiness I used to hold in my arms to admit to myself that life is still beautiful;