Sometimes, there is no need for long conversations
It can be summarized briefly, even in a single word.
Sighs are unnecessary
Better to be straightforward, open, and clear.
How many are granted this chance
When the subject is love?
The rear-facing camera poses a threat to our secrets
A single word might hold the magic
Of all that remains unspoken.
Sometimes you wake up right in the middle of a dream,
Just as you were yearning for the story’s conclusion.
A pair of white seagulls glides by
While the sun rushes to rise
And colors eagerly turn to red.
But this, too, shall pass.
What do my hands matter?
As the colors slip away
They cannot be held.
Now, it is time for a reckoning with myself
How many times have I watched the sunrise?
How many times have I lost my way?
Yet, while the cycle remains ever the same,
I failed to understand.
It was beautiful to be there, let dreams curl up in warm beds
“I” and “we” remain caught on a single question.
There is no need to embellish simplicity.
English Translation by Mesut Şenol