Ulas Basar Gezgin Poems

Sometimes those furnitures from 70s,
The divan, the bed, the chair, the table and most importantly, the mirror
Would step forward
Saying "we have lots of things to tell you".
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Your face is full of dirt, kiddo.
Your tomb is in the jungle.
The roots buried it long time ago,
The soil that was soaked with rains,
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Hoan Kiem turtle, the turtle of Hanoi,
If he would live for another 120 years,
If the fate would not disrupt life.
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The balcony, the monsoon, and the beer
‘Farewell Letter' from Inti Illimani.
It is hard to convert monsoon's fall
To the earth into words.
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Airports in all the countries
Are usually where I do accounting.
That is because they mark a start and an end.
'What did we do? ' and 'this way goes to where? '
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The dry tree is back to life
After their branches were trimmed.
What to trim in life, what to trim
To revive a long forgone love...
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I recognized you from your boots,
From your white hat, from your green shawl.
I recognized you from far ahead, further ahead.
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No, that is not me, my dear, I am not Peter,
My heart has been beating for other climates...

For example, my mind was wandering in Malaysia yesterday...
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Nowadays I want to do it a lot,
It is difficult to understand or tell:
I have to kidnap a train, kidnap a train!
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This white cat was here in the past too,
I was here too,
You were here too...
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