And I let myself fall from the tree of life! I no longer need its branches to hold me up and from now on I will march by myself. I will enjoy walking barefoot between stone and mud. I will jump like a girl in puddles of fresh water. I will wash my face with
I I had a time of serene watercourses, Of banks, backwaters, whirlpools, Clear waterfalls, The inner rivers of life belonged to childhood. And there was a time of bridges, docks, harbors, Of frontiers and customs, Of imminent farewells. Foreigner in myself, expatriate of the soul, Behind the mountain I saw the horizon, Behind the horizon
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From my eyelashes to my toenails, I’m exhausted, I never expected it, but I’m even lost in myself, I’m so lost in the barren lands of your heart, I’m exhausted in this difficult love, I’m powerless, faithless like a nihilist, Like a vagabond, I have no future, who is the cause of this?
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For some, it’s a moment, for others, endless time, Ask the sick person about the night… For some, it’s just words, for others, just letters, Ask the stutterer about the syllable… For some, it’s fleeting smoke, for others, deserts are oceans, Ask the lover about loving… This moment is the moment, the rest is
To Ataol Behramoğlu the autumn arrived when the summer has gone being cross with the vases that are wrapped with the veil and stand in a hotel room in gumushluk the autumn arrived, where the threadbare albums were opened I have seen, my skinny and dingily childhood I walked faintheartedly by the misty
with the moaning of the deepening grand loneliness it tidied itself up on the sand to run into the autumn sea by shouting and screaming it said, “get up” when your heart touches the water by the steamy voice of the fired up loves knock at the doors, at the doors of the
as branches and sparrows get a chill out of solitude the blizzard waiting sheltered like rabid wolves from afar your hands are breathed upon while your lips shiver and turn black and blue write me what grows you warm and how you cover yourself there. the blood spilled in baghdad keeps disturbing sleeps
my swallow looking for its homeland got wounded I say stay well as I am off leaving your days your noise and fears I am off leaving your days to drop the planet inside me on the willow’s wriggling ‘smooching me by its mouth’s kiss’ I am leaving your days to stay and keep
inside me an ocean wants to cascade and put out the fire I don’t need anything, just the fire within me come! fire growing and burning within me I don’t need any water only you my heart wants to plunge under the waterfall and be crushed It needs no other anvil but love
there is no other way, I will go away by myself one evening I will come all of a sudden while the street lamps are asleep while the purple night, scarlet dawn and streaming water were hibernating.. murmuring hum of the softness in your voice while the cicadas, the ants and the beavers were dormant
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