Come to BOZTEPE, its affection is satisfying Its pine fragrance sharper than daffodil and rose This pretty beauty is god’s gift BOZTEPE, a marvelous and deep desire If you live its springs and the summers You would be lending an ear to its breeze and tune One knows the intricacies of this world who suffers
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i know, i am unwanted of three massive days barges to take my coffee grounds nobody speaks my language say i am turning around within silence tombstones, decomposed weeds a handful of dirt when you cross the courtyard of the mosque converted from a church the cherry laurel makes shades for cool water it doesn’t
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i am in love with the strength of your hands, your creating transparently the pitcher then my eyes… your rubbing your whiteness on the waves your laughter in the depths, water moves on their faces of the stones billion years old greeting’s inclination towards mussel pieces making her heart by the sea and in the
Love means to pray like Hazrat Ebu Bekir’s prayer. You know what he says: “Gracious God, make my body so big that there should be no empty place in the hell except me.” MAHARANI (1) Maharani! Love came down from my eyes to yours It warmed my frost at my heart and love got quieted
Hey traveler, Sit in the corner of this marble, come on Take your time to wind down. Leave behind All the works you think never end Catch your breath. Free yourself from the life Full with a fear that it will end eventually Get the good news with eternity. In this calm piece Of the
Expect that the light will stream out of its obscurity into a bluish climate. You see Black depletes its gravity its skirts descend into mysteries dark blue how do the clouds touch the color of the sea as in the disappearance of a (mavruşgil) goby fish… You see Is this Northwester the whisper of Anabasis
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Now I see another chip was thrown to the water Dint on the fish, dint on life By replenishing a hobo flask with lemon flowers Notched were the odor as well as nightmares and dreams And disturbed dusty rose call to prayer in the steppe For my lemon flower sweetheart saffron cloth for curtains For
your talk was like sharing the promenade of the clouds clouds dispersed, then your voice quieted later solitude turned in a fretful wound it was like your faintheartedness fed by the crime of innocence my venom blended with pleasure i cry where graves proliferate that was why i was away from stations and the cuts
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I had a look at the sea Very deep blue I put it in my hand Not in the least! No whatsoever Mountains feel hot; In fact They are closer To the sun! Explain to me My teacher; I am not able to understand What is this all about!… Translated by Mesut Senol
At the most, Flower and Child Resemble Each other… Yet; One Comes with the spring The spring Brings the other!… Translated by Mesut Senol
