Comments about Deniz Atay
The River overlooks the dreadful harmonies
His legacy grows: the food - the food of the trees
A wonder beyond it seems like a million seas
Do they feed them? From a gull to a pigeon?
Maybe a tone of spirits finding gems in greens...
A cliff I see far away, with smog around a bridge
Encloses my dreams: a way out without a spring
Stiff mountains raise behind me, and they sing