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"Googoosh!" As the syllables ring in your ear, they transport you through life. You forget your location, your destination, your maladies, your desires and your belonging... all you hear is the sweet melody of the past, brought to the present... a box of memories opened after ages, a vision of your youth, your love, your passion...an image of you.
This is what the name Googoosh, let alone herself, her music and her words, do to people. Her songs are adored by youth, and give life to the ancient. Her memory-filled words take you back through the streets of Iran, past the long, narrow alleys, and straight to the place you left your heart. Her voice, as sweet as honey and as fragrant as rose water, wraps you in the past and gives you wings. The wings which carry you through the smoggy-gray air of Tehran, past the historic monuments of Isfahan, through the dusty streets of Kashan, above the crowded bazaars of Shiraz, and through the treacherous highway of "Chaloos", as you drive to meet the region where the ocean kisses the green colored hills, Shomal.