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When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

W.B. YEATS

From the darkroom, my favorite photograph of my dear friend, Şahika. Had to be accompanied by this poem of  Yeats, which is also one of my favorites…

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It’s his favorite place.

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DSC_2000blogAgain, I feel like I ran out of words… But isn’t he right anyway?

“Every word is like an unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness.”

SAMUEL BECKETT

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Chandeliers of  Santa Maria in Aracoeli

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well I heard there was a secret chord

that David played, and it pleased the Lord

but you don’t really care for music, do ya?

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Song Unsung

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The song that I came to sing remains unsung to this day.
I have spent my days in stringing and in unstringing my instrument.
The time has not come true, the words have not been rightly set ;
only there is the agony of wishing in my heart.
The blossom has not opened ; only the wind is sighing by.
I have not seen his face, nor have I listened to his voice ;
only I have heard his gentle footsteps from the road before my house.

from -my new favorite- GITANJALI, R. Tagore

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güzeldim de galiba bunu nasıl söylesem:

eline sağlık Tanrım leyla çok güzel olmuş

Tanrım eline sağlık dünya da çok güzel olmuş

keşke biraz ölmesem.

Bir Ki Deneme , İbrahim Tenekeci

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Sometimes you simply get lucky.

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A crane, sitting right in front of me in Hyde Park, London.

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The Loner

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” What am I in the eyes of most people — a nonentity, an eccentric, or an unpleasant person — somebody who has no position in society and will never have; in short, the lowest of the low. All right, then — even if that were absolutely true, then I should one day like to show by my work what such an eccentric, such a nobody, has in his heart.
That is my ambition, based less on resentment than on love in spite of everything, based more on a feeling of serenity than on passion.”

“Though I am often in the depths of misery, there is still calmness, pure harmony and music inside me.”

Vincent van Gogh

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  Only a little bit of it is enough.

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