My darling
Where does your scent penetrate?
Maybe a wardrobe
the things you touch
...
Now is the time
I promise myself with all my heart
I forgive myself!
...
Apparently a legendary love story
A breathtaking start
A heartbreaking ending
And hopeless lovers
...
-Dedicated to the novel 'Mist' by Miguel de Unamuno-
I read your manuscripts
that you're getting ready to kill me
...
Une histoire d'amour légendaire
Un début à couper le souffle
Une fin déchirante
Et les amants désespérés
...
C'est le moment
Je promets maintenant
de tout mon cœur à moi
...
Believe me!
Making others dependent on yourself
Depriving others of their freedom
You are afraid of being abandoned
...
Crois-moi!
Rendre les autres dépendants de toi
Priver les autres de leur liberté
Tu as peur d'être abandonné
...
-In memory of those who lost their lives in the earthquakes in Turkey-
All of a sudden, as the ground cracked layer by layer
By releasing its clouds of light into the sky
...
Mustafa Arar worked for more than 30 years as an expert and manager in financial markets infrastructure and intermediary institutions in Istanbul, Türkiye.)
Blessed By The Passing Years
My darling
Where does your scent penetrate?
Maybe a wardrobe
the things you touch
Or a dusty painting
But mostly to my skin
My darling
Where does your hair fall?
Maybe it falls right into your eyes
With one move of yours it scatters to one side
Or it becomes a bun on your head
But mostly to my chest
My darling
How do your words resonate?
Maybe it vibrates in my ears
From a slamming object
Or whisper in a wave
But mostly in my mind
My darling
So what remains at the end of day?
Maybe a daily life rush
Or unforgettable memories of the past
But most of all, a warm friendship remains
Blessed by the passing years