While you are growing up in the prison of silence, With the sound of the future in the crib of the world You look like so cool, So genial, And so blue. Your smiles hang on to the sparrow wing, It is such a moment, In the void of the life’s heart, Even though all
all the words I recognize they are plaintive and in them, a cracked glass turning into a broken glass all words I recognize disconnected and don’t fit into a phrase all the words I recognize bodiless and cannot cover anything a pebble stone; it cannot be a brick for a building all the
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far away from the world two soul mates swimming among the stars and the dusts of the light far away from the world two earth people one is you and you know the other one remember! under a chilly summer sky you had blinked at me twice first one was meant to say
scarlet flower of my wounded left side refugee smile still hanging on the edge of my lips it was a subtle pang season the news of separation arrived on one of the autumn days it was hidden in the line of “we shall see beautiful days, kids” * bringing you closer to me love
The nights are on patrol duty For writing something for you I would not wait for the dark, I cannot By rising my head from Çamlıca hillside To the sky in broad daylight I would speak to the stars The stars are not busy in other way I can feel your hands inside my palms
I shall leave this town tomorrow night the waters pull me; I am a traveler heading for a river I have no load other than my heart unless the dead birds dropped from my chest are accounted for I have nothing to say, here you’ve got my face, and here is the sunset the
1/ Who is left for them to take offense at? Their names on faded marble The fig has turned sweet since we last saw it The olive has found its voice amidst them Our mother and father Are they like you and me? Two silent neighbors, for so long now, In their beds of
Separation descended on us like a downpour We were crippled by the bends from our left side We were deprived of a great love we experienced We lost the blue color of the sea and the sky Jovial laughter used to fly about in our eyes We were as excited as in our first
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On the fourth floor of the house across You lived for the three years just by sitting By the window side. You ate whatever they gave, You drank whatever you are given. You used to be happy to see anyone coming, You used to smile so nice. Ah my mother ah! Did you get wet
The lovely world, bountiful nature, fertile soil I don’t claim that I should not enjoy all The smell of the soil, never I say such things in this blind time Now let the horizon, the mountain, mornings with dew make love with clouds As the vigor of the birds kissing the blueness, a wild spring
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