Yesterday,I took a long letter from a friend
He told about me about to you and you replied him as "I forgot him anyway"
besides you told that sentence by laughing and with a honour in your face
you can not forget my two not ended dots ((..) specifies a sentence is not complete)
because to forget,before you have to be forgotten
whereas you are still an old poplar wind, blows on me.
you can not forget
It's not a blood that you can't spit out
It's not a lipstick,you can't clean.
you can't forget my male name that's two syllable , which I wrote to your woman lips my two not ended dots
you can't forget!!
you and me still in a shell
like inside an almond
you are spring,you'll perfume
you're sun,you'll fire
On morning, you're filled with dreams as my bed
On morning,you're warm as my bed
I can't forget
you can't forget!
For the present its ended
I have more words to my other letter
don't take amiss to me ,don't resend ,beware
From Ankara days, and the snow white horizon of city
thousand times greetings to you ..
Spring began my two not ended dots
Spring on Ankara and fruit of it,mother earth
For months,I couldn't write anything to you
Whereas ,now the season is spring
On bird's songs your name,on spring perfume your flavour
Now,I have to write
I looked to calendar today
It has been five months ,from we left
think my two not ended dots (..)
The thing that called five months equals to one hundred fifty days
this long detachment;
belive me my two not ended dots (..)
makes person offended to everything
believe me ,my huff is to everyone
and only yearning is to you
I think…
I think the way that comes out to "lover bazaar" (an area in Ankara)
and rising on the right of that way
on every pass ,smilings comes out from windows
on garden,there are big roses
I think that house blooms apricot roses in the garden
that comes hard, permanency of my thoughts
your sister was walking around without socks
and your mother without scarf ..
I remember ..on this season your father
he was drinking two ,instead of one beverage
when he became myopic "poet ,drink my son
he was telling spring is like a women ,it breeds..
and the spring began my two not ended dots (..)
the spring in Ankara,
on mind horizon, there are rain clouds
Even the season becomes heaven,I don't like
I don't like the spring without you ..
you; ah the most beautiful flamboyance of 24 hours spring
you; ah smiling song of my happiest days
you; ah beautiful child as much as the first summer days
you, ah sensetive world of your gold eyes
Causes a deathless journey
you; ah like an artless dagger
lies full length on my mind
you; ah the thing that's everything ,my everything !
you gave promise to me in your last letter
you tell "hold" to me,I forgot
you tell forget to me ,to forget???
Can sun forget to rise again?
the sentence "heart listens anyone" can be forgotten??
you; ah smiling song of my happiest days
you; ah the thing that's everything ,my everything!
This night is new- year's day
It snows on capital city (Ankara) my two not ended dots (..)
Snow on capital city and I have intense longing for you
memories like smoulder
It snows on capital city,snowing ...
this night is new- year's day
you know my two not ended dots (..)
On new-year's day, the age of people is calculated
this night is new- year's day...
On knobs ,there are 24 syllables
bent on me silently
the clock of old tower in city
you know my two not ended dots (..)?
do you know what it told to me?
"poet ,greetings your age is thirty seven"
and a hand hold from my hairs,carried my heart up to you..
this night is new- year's day, all capital city is on afoot
There's playing Tuna wawes (song) on neighbor's disc.
how energetic this waltz air
I's again began the bleeding of my heart, as ten years ago
How beautiful days they were my dear
how beautiful days...
you ,at the age of seventeen in the mist of loves
a girl ,fumes on her head
me,over the age twenty
Loves every beauty
ordinarily a poet, ordinarily a young man
how the time passed quickly
ah the world...
this night is new- year's day
It's snowing on outside and I have intense longing
old memories like smoulder
a pillow on corner , a picture on the pilow
the spring in Bartın
I painted it myself
on drawbridge, watercourse Kocanaz (special name)
middle scholl on right
children voices inside it
the apple garden of "çakir" family
a caique on the river and I'm on control
you pulling
weather is clear ,weather is warm
weather is clean
and our shadows cuddles to each other on water
this night is new- year's day and capital city is on afoot
the song that played is not "Tuna wawes" anymore now on neighbor's disc..
my heart is away from this lands
It's snowing outside
snow at outside and I have intense longing on my eyes
old memories like smoulder...