I know it’s too dark…again, and hope you are not bored of this. But I have always liked the darkness and preferred it to light. I like the way things are disguised in darkness and the fact that you choose what you want to see in it. Probably this is also the reason why I will always prefer black & white to colour.
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
Hah köyü, MİDYAT
Hiç konuşmasa da olur bazen çocuklar…
İşte böyle çocuklar var bir yerlerde.
Mardin’in Selçuklu camilerinden.
Bu zarif yapılara biz de hakettikleri gibi zarafetle, incelikle bakabilseydik…
My quiet London
Lincoln’s Inn Fields ChAPEL
“… there was not a quieter spot in England than this. In all the hundreds of years since London was built, it has not been able to sweep its roaring tide over that little island of quiet.”
from LONDON THE BIOGRAPHY by Peter Ackroyd
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’.
