We were Poor We Loved the World by Arif Damar So distantSo beautifulIt turned out eventuallyThat I never saw that faceLike it had never existed When I am desolateHeartbrokenThe serene beautyOn Tulin’s faceHow it resemblesThe one on the blurredBrokenMissing glassOf a homeless memory On a dismal winter eveningDelicatePaleDarkHow it resemblesThe one I keep looking atSecretlyWhenContinue reading “Arif Damar: Tulin’s face”
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Tea
1.The sound of nightingales, of ripening strawberriesthe weak morning teain his hand extended towards methe incited easebut we got used to living like culpritswhere, oh, where should one hide it Our souls which he closed we closed tightlytouched one another (for the first time?)flattening out the sea vanishedin a dream we were, if it weren’tContinue reading “Tea”
Birbirine aşina duvarlar arasında
between the earth and sky tiny housesmurmuring rooms, half-open windowsutensils, chairs, a weary tablesmall habits, worn-out tastesa handful of dust, an afternoon shadowand time sitting proudly in a corner seat between walls familiar to one anotherso many belongings, so much anguish, so little lovea little bit of salt taken from the sea, a light-hearted feelingfrom theContinue reading “Birbirine aşina duvarlar arasında”