far... far away at night
the ıllumınatıon of the airports
reflected in the sky like a white fire
and the trains
...
train station
in the middle of the wilderness
sun reflects...it snows and rains on its british roof
there is a wooden wagon
...
ı was under a heavy burden of the twelveth anniversary
of my imprisonment
and since three months
ı was lıke a living corpse dead
...
do you remember when
you have stepped your first step towards life
and when you first screamed
comı ng face to face with it
...
I amnot inmy mood today
I do not want to paint the sky
I want to paı nt all the seas and oceans grey
and wanna tear my shı rt ı nto pı eces
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my hands cannot reach the quinces..pomegranates
i bent down my neck and walk
when my soul burns
that is not something the wolf and the bird know
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why does the old woman
walk on the road
in her hand
a cane or a baton
...
thre is a gaol in bursa..turkey
there..they imprisoned a giant
let the flames of my heart
warm his hand
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we are sinners at your court
LORD..you forgive us
we are always ready for our punishments
forgive us our LORD
...
I heard a woman's voıce
and the cries of the children
Two ghosts of men
passed in front of the cafe with maiden
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