Monthly Archives: October 2016

Crumbs of Time

We, crumbs of time, Flies of time, Quietly beating our wings in the dusty windows of days; We, who feel no need In this light for our shadows! As if inside black, pitch black stones, In black, pitch-black caves we … Continue reading

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One Day in İcadiye

One day in İcadiye or Sultantepe A tune suddenly takes wing where you stand A universe unfolds, enchanting, vast, endless, Washed in today’s wind, yesterday’s rose Spreads out over the water in your dream, in petals You see life, a … Continue reading

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Shepherd’s Fountain

Far far away weep rivers, Far far away weeps the shepherd’s fountain. O orchards, the sound of water, you know, What says the shepherd’s spring to the mountain? “As Ferhat fell in love with Şirin, He set off towards the … Continue reading

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Beautiful Weather

Beautiful days have been devastating for me. On a beautiful day I resigned From my job at the foundation; On a beautiful day, I was addicted to nicotine. I fell in love on a beautiful day; On a beautiful day, … Continue reading

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Winter Garden

How beautiful it was in the winter garden, The sleep of roses working deep underground, Preparing spring for you. Like beauties in old tales, Boughs and leaves, Buried in dreams and sadness, Sang lullabies for unborn children… The air was … Continue reading

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Song of the Sea

The boat setting off at full sail towards the horizon! You chose to sail at dusk; you have left. As you go away from the shores where your life was spent, And approach the world born in your imagination, Behind … Continue reading

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There Is Something

The sea, is it every day so beautiful? The sky, does it always look like this? The window, the furniture, Are they always so beautiful? No, I swear; There is something behind all this. Orhan Veli (1914-1950). Bir İş Var. … Continue reading

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