I used a teaser brush on the hypocrisy of life
By heaving a sigh of relief
I painted all of my sorrow sadness black
A bitter smile appeared on the wrinkled lines of my mountains
I glanced left and right
I though one side of me was an abyss and the other side is the sky
I adorned the sky with the black clouds by brush strokes
I painted the ugliness of this disgraceful world with sand color
Then I let it burn in the flame of the sun
What is the sand, it is a piece of rock, and even the rocks become sand one day, I gathered
I drew the Picture of my thoughts in patterns
Multicolored
I bared my soul through lines
I caused the blue color of my sea to overflow through my hope
A couple of brush strokes increased the enthusiasm of my waves
I put my head in my hands
I started brooding on
I penciled one more sky on the paper
Without any border
A deep blueness feeling
And a sense of eternity
Like a sea of the clouds lost in the depth of my eyes
I drew a couple of breath in the serenity of a highland air
I applied a last brush stroke
On the crimson lights of the sun
And
Freedom is an endless sky, I said.
English Translation by Mesut ŞENOL