Güzel bir soru olarak geçerken dünyadan
Allahın anlamıyla gülümseyen bir bahçeye düştüm
Sabahla dokunmuş pelerinini attı omuzlarıma
Uçurumlar dalgınlaşıp çiçeğe dönüşürken
Buldum cevabımı esrarım kalmadı
Mevlana İdrİs
yeni portfolyo, Yeni Camii burada
My favourite kind of light, the light at sunset.
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Oh, little prince! Bit by bit I came to understand the secrets of your sad little life… For a long time you had found your only entertainment in the quiet pleasure of looking at the sunset.
I learned that new detail on the morning of the fourth day when you said to me:
“I am very fond of sunsets. Come, let us go look at a sunset now.”
“But we must wait,” I said
“Wait? For what?”
“For the sunset. We must wait until it is time.”
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But on your tiny planet, my little prince, all you need do is move your chair a few steps. You can see the day end and the twilight falling whenever you like…
“One day,” you said to me, “I saw the sunset forty-four times!”
And a little later you added: “You know, one loves the sunset, when one is so sad…”
“Were you so sad, then?” I asked, “on the day of forty-four sunsets?”
But the little prince made no reply.
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The Little Prince, Antoine De Saint-Exupery
Kimsenin olmayan bir yoldan geçerken
Kimsenin olmayan bir resmini gördüm hayatın
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Büyük dalgınlar vardı
Cevapsızlar
Hiç deniz görmeyenler
Kimseye birşey sormayanlar vardı
Kaybedenler
Hayatın büyük ırmağında
Vardı ve akıyordu
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Sonra kimse kalmadı
Hiç kimse
Bağırmak için
Yalvarmak için
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Çünkü herkes gitti
Çünkü herkes gider
MEVLANA İDRİS
Come close. I’ll tell you what the Sun, the Wind, the Cold and the Rain have done to me. First they decided to fade my colour away. Then they opened holes, drew lines on my skin. Eventually they cracked it into pieces and let them fall apart. Day by day, the weak and the trembling pieces left me one after another. Some resisted. But the hard working Wind took them away with a final touch. After that, they started working on my very flesh. How patient they were… First came the Cold, then the Sun, and the Cold again. With the help of Time, they managed to wear out my remaining layers one by one. I wasn’t that strong after all. I was the stable one, you know, but they were always on the move; coming and going with perfect timing. What was left behind was my core, open to all, showing how I was made, how I was put together; my very ‘self’.
