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pelin'e

adını sorun koyabilirsin

gelen misafirin;

paylaşılan içki,

erken biten sigara.

ne cevapsız soru,
ne uyku,
ne yalnızlık,
ne yumuşak yastık,
ne kahır provası..

asabi insanlar oluyoruz bu evde..

öyküm'e

bu hastalık bana göre
mikrobu, acısı, kanı, yarası
sen güneşe çık oyna

flight story, may 09

a girl who lived underground of the sea,
for a long time waiting for amazing thing to see.
she did not know above, there was a sea world with sense,
until one day she saw a little worm by chance.
pulling and pulling the worm without thinking,
suddenly she saw a blue light shining.
with big excitement she climbed the sand quickly,
then feeling so free, began to swim trickily.
after a while she got bored about the sea,
began to look for amazing things to see.
then she realized a light above like a fire,
again she began to swim higher and higher.
as soon as she took a deep breath under the sun,
she decided to find a new place to run.
then she saw a thing flying,
thought that she could go up by hanging.
after a long time she went up the sky,
suddenly the kite was torn by the sky.
she fell down and down slowly,
then she found herself again in the sea.
when she finally was in the sand,
she realized how she missed her land.
anyway after a while she got used to living in the sand of the sea,
and again she began to wait for an amazing thing to see.

" Men of genious really are doing most when they work least, as they are thinking out ideas and perfecting the conceptions, which they will subsequently carry out with their hands " Da Vinci quotation about The Last Supper

denemeler

rutini

burası yaz rutini
şurası kış rutini
içeride
rutini bozan
yokluğun
dışarıda
varlığım

self portrait on ferry

eski denemeler

İkisi lise yıllarımdan, diğer ikisi de herhangi bir zaman diliminden denemeler.

pillowslip

through the air

balık çıplak

hand flying acroos the bosphorus

minik.

deneme

jitterbug perfume

At birth, we emerge from a dream soup.
At death, we sink back into dream soup.
In between soups, there is a crossing of dry land.
Life is a portage.

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Doğduğumuz zaman bir rüya çorbasının içinden çıkarız.
Öldüğümüzde rüya çorbasına gerisin geriye batarız.
İki çorbanın arasında, geçilecek kuru bir alan vardır.
Hayat, bir sevkiyattır.

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