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@Mary_Rose
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Joined on May 2019
Insan kendisi icin üzülür hep,
Başkası için ağlamak bile kendisi içindir
Sen beni ağlattın
Sen bana iyi geliyordun
Sen gittin ben ne yapacağım
Çokça bencillikle doluyuz…
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Choruses from the rock
The Eagle soars in the summit of Heaven,
The Hunter with his dogs pursues his circuit.
O perpetual revolution of configured stars,
O perpetual recurrence of determined seasons,
O world of spring and autumn, birth and dying!
The endless cycle of idea and action,
Endless invention, endless experiment,
Brings knowledge of motion, but not of stillness;
Knowledge of speech, but not of silence;
Knowledge of words, and ignorance of the Word.
All our knowledge brings us nearer to our ignorance,
All our ignorance brings us nearer to death,
But nearness to death no nearer to God .
Where is the Life we have lost in living?
Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge?
Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?
The cycles of Heaven in twenty centuries
Bring us farther from God and nearer to the Dust.
T. S. Eliot
Bir sevgiyi bitirmek
Önemli bir mesaja dönüştüğünüzde
Sevgiler bitiyor
İki dakika fazla komuşmak için
Bir saniye alacak cevapları yazmayınca
Sevgiler bitiyor
Ve siz kendinizi seçtiğinizde de
Sevgiler bitiyor
Don’t ask your children to strive by
Do not ask your children
to strive for extraordinary lives.
Such striving may seem admirable,
but it is the way of foolishness.
Help them instead to find the wonder
and the marvel of an ordinary life.
Show them the joy of tasting
tomatoes, apples and pears.
Show them how to cry
when pets and people die.
Show them the infinite pleasure
in the touch of a hand.
And make the ordinary come alive for them.
The extraordinary will take care of itself.
William Martin
I feel out of my skin
I no longer recognize the face I see in the mirror every morning
My room is a mess
I want to sleep
And my ear hurts from headphones
The song is on in my brain 🧠
And my feet are numb
Kitabın sayfaları benden daha çok beni okudu
Isırdığım kurabiyenin kırıntılarını
Elimin sıcaklığı
Dinlendiğim şarkıyı
Ağladığım zamanı
Masamda açık duran kitabım
Hayatımın en büyük tanığı
Beni ondan sorun
Olur da ben gidersem ansızın…
I don’t know all the words
that can express my experience,
neither in my mother tongue,
nor in any other language I know.
So I pick the dictionary,
read a classic trying to steal some words
I need to take my thoughts out
Maybe I should paint
The canvas stairs blank at me
we have the most perfect conversation
but canvas is free,
yet from my colors
and brush strokes
Maybe I should sing
But I caught a cold
From the rain yesterday
So I go to sleep
And instead choose the dream
Over reality
And all that I experience
Encircle my soul
With a two light feather
I let them go
The image looks through your eyes down to your soul and make you experience emotions that the reality fails to provide