The small daughter of Oceanus
Burying her female holes on her face
Into the wine flowing from the spectacular
Dionysus’ fountain…
…
How did she paint the world?
With a maroon colored past
Who covered who then?
The back wound was in the open…
…
Was time always like that?
Moldy mouth of the clamor grinning
Between the ugly gums
Since the time is counted
From the chubby and flashy blue
Is she lucky on the front of existence?
English Translation by Mesut ŞENOL