Our neighborhood Is an apartment building now The elevator stuck Between penthouse And sky And we in it Squashed in comfortably Breathless (And without reception On our cell phone) On the verge of an escape From the “savoir vivre” Ready for a long time now For escapades (When did we actually Fall in
I pulled the earth To cover us Just in case we might wear tonight Disarming and bloodless The words we spat out yesterday Like seeds But don’t answer me hasty Wait your turn In line I’m waiting for answers From you and from me Again and again Up until yesterday Until reaching the certain and
In deep shadows, I hide, Through the tree-lined forest path, A lonely soul in search of light, Lighthouses were needed to pierce the endless night. The stars overhead whisper among themselves Of hope of love, where courage prevails all the time, But in the maze of doubt and fear, An unprepared man maps the incomplete
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When the shadow of the tyrant’s hand is on your face, Fear and oppression is the motto to rule the country Then the voice is indomitable, strong, Rise against the winds of hatred and injustice. Darkness is also in the heart, signaling a return home But on the night of the dictatorship, they took him
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He said traveling is being able to depart for the place up ahead, each place impressing us only because it suggests the next one that will come into view. And in the end, when we let go of everything and hear nothing but the bells’ tolling, the landscapes cease to exist, being no more than
Mediterranean Places don’t exist, never existed, not even the ancient ones. What exists is what we see in them, the brick dust traces making them vanish. Only thus we’ll land. Lightly, just for the remembrance. Not in order to touch the lilac columns or go across on the tangerine sailing boat. Only
I gazed from the slopes of love at life and at you come! before fire falls upon this city kiss the September aches from my lips let the anger gather before the rain falls my rains I wove a sorrow -born of your absence- into my hair I love the mornings that steal my mind
I am the woman sending poems to God With dreams in my hands, I am running like a gazelle A spring hour, transcending love, strikes within me Birdsong lingers on my fingers I wash the face of the world With a love the color of dried rose petals The scent of freshly brewed hot tea
Do not return to me my heart Stay there in the valleys Become the eyes of the mount Omurga And stare at the wide blue sea in amazement Stay at the end of every Turkish song Buried in the ruins of Lycia My heart become a mermaid in the sea Be the wind among
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If you were like me You would know that A name is a place that you used to visit long back With no farewells only shadows of fables Where a river would flow around us in stillness and listen To the gentle beat of your heart. You would know that A name is a
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