When there is no snow
When there is no rain
When there is no arms
to get you back your calms
When there is angels
to make happy mum
When there is no arms
to hold you too tight
When there is too miles
between you and love
When there is no face
When there is no voice
But there is my mind
here in IRAN
to think your wories
to care you & tell mine
Yes here in Tehran
I'm there with my heart
Live you in bad days
Life me in all times
Where you are this time
far the ARGENTINA
So close but me
No matter how far
In the morning light
In this early night
Look to the sun rise
Look at the sun set
There is my heart real
Which ever call You

P.S: My Lauri joon I have dinner by Sabzi polo just with your remainds and wish you best in love, bussiness and your life.
P.S: Lauri querido del doctor de la Feliz Año Nuevo
P.S: Dear Mastane  when there is your sun in my heart burning, you make me more warm; let me live your kind!