chrome looking 

'ben'in anlamını bilmem ki

senin başka bir dilde çevirin olsun..

they ate their young

the next is my turn.

the dead of the Golden Horn

i am on my way to 'there'

crying, crying..i am crying..
you can't touch me, i am not here.
i am not the person you made out.
i am not the person you took out..
i am not gonna be a person that
you could be with, out and without..
i am just
someone from the east,
someone from the sea,
someone not being here,
but being near..
going mad, going, i am going..
going near but not here..

volver..

HERE

you were there.just like me.

I am lying under a bulldozer that has been partly and constantly crossing over my body

ALCOHOL

nirvana

What kind of trick is to resist sleeping while wanting sleep forever? Is it an escape?Is it a fear or dilemma? Or..is it just a way of reaching the real nirvana?

WINTER IS GONE 

Winter is gone
And the leaves are green
Winter is gone
And the leaves turn green
Your innocent face
I wish I never had seen

Come on, my love
And fare thee well
Come on, my love
And fare thee well
You cheated me
But I wish you well

Rope is bought
And the bough is swung
Rope is bought
And the bough is swung
An innocent man
This day will be hung

Come on, my love
And see me die
Come on, my love
And see me die
See me dancing
Dance 'Neath the sky
'Neath those gallows high
Come on and see me die

Winter is gone
And the leaves are green
Winter is gone
And the leaves are green
Your innocent face
I wish I never had seen

little dirt

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ölüleri saydıkça
ölüler artıyor.
ölüler say.. say.. bitmiyor.
ne çok insan var derdim halbuki,
ne çok daha.
nereye giderdi hepsi öyle
sabah sabah,
trafiğe aldırmadan, soğuğa da,
kaldırıma, şu meydana da,
şurda ölmüş insanlara da..

saydıkça gidiyorum ölülerle
artarak azalan yalnızlığa

yol

...neyse—varsin sen; ve ben, elbet 
bulacagim bir yol—varsa eger bir yol 
--ya da benim varsa, bir yol bulma 
yetenegim—yetersem buna... 

Ay'ya

Yarımsın; ama tam karşımdasın Tam karşımdasın; ve yarımsın.

I have a wish, but I don't know what

road to paris

I suddenly found myself on the roads,wandering, shivering, singing a song, feeling utterly alone..leaving a sign behind, taking a bus ahead, just seeking something that I'd never had..

missing colors..

cumartesi. cumartesi. cumartesi.

~
today cannot be boring than the other days

the other days could not be tiring than today.

since everyday is the same day, 

as boring as my first day,
like a circle

nothing special,
everything is lame

everyday is the same
~