Sunday, 13 March 2011
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?
Saturday, 12 March 2011
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
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
Friday, 11 March 2011
nüfus sayımı
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
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...
bulacagim bir yol—varsa eger bir yol
--ya da benim varsa, bir yol bulma
yetenegim—yetersem buna...
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..
