"I had a dre-am, and I met with a king. I sold crystal and crossed the desert. And, because the tribes declared war, I went to the well, seeking the alchemist. So, I love you be-cause the entire universe conspired to help me find you."
“Good girl,” I say under my breath as I tie my shoes. “Give me all the time I need to make you mine.” And she will be mine. I’ve made up my mind on that matter. It has taken me too long to find a woman I’m unwilling to share, and now that I have, I refuse to let her go.
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Gold is no master out of its own will and yet it rules the whole, despised and greedily demanded, an inexorable ruler. It lies and waits. He who sees it longs for it. Gold does not follow one around. It lies silently, with a brightly gleaming countenance, self-sufficient, a king that needs no proof of its power. Everyone seeks after it, few find it, but even the smallest piece is highly esteemed. It neither gives nor squanders itself. Everyone takes it where he finds it, and anxiously ensures that he doesn't lose the smallest part of it. Everyone denies that he depends on it, and yet he secretly stretches out his hand longingly toward it. Must gold prove its necessity? It is proven through the longing of men. Ask it: who takes me? He who takes it, has it. Gold does not stir. It sleeps and shines. Its brilliance confuses the senses. Without a word, it promises everything that men deem desirable. It ruins those to be ruined and helps those on the rise to ascend.
(Altın, kendi iradesiyle efendi değildir; yine de her şeye hükmeder; hor görülür ve açgözlülükle talep edilir; merhametsiz bir hükümdardır. Orada yatıp bekler. Onu gören kişi ona özlem duyar. Altın insanın peşinden koşmaz. Sessizce, parlak bir yüzle, kendine yeten, gücünün kanıtlanmasına gerek duymayan bir kral gibi yatmaktadır. Herkes onu arar, çok azı bulur, ama en küçük parçası bile son derece değerlidir. Ne verir ne de israf eder. Herkes onu bulduğu yerde alır ve en ufak bir parçasını bile kaybetmemek için endişeyle özen gösterir. Herkes ona bağımlı olduğunu inkar eder, ama yine de gizlice elini özlemle ona doğru uzatır. Altının gerekliliğini kanıtlaması mı gerekir? Bu, insanların özlemiyle kanıtlanmıştır. Ona sorun: “Beni kim alır?” Onu alan, ona sahip olur. Altın kıpırdamaz. Uykuya dalar ve parlar. Işığı
You say you love rain but you open your umbrella.
You say you love the sun but you find a shadow spot.
You say you love wind but you close your windows.
This is why I am afraid when you say you love me.
You make me really happy, he says. His hand moves over her hair and he adds: I love you. I’m not just saying that, I really do. Her eyes fill up with tears again and she closes them. Even in memory she will find this moment unbearably intense, and she’s aware of this now, while it’s happening.
But I was in search of love in those days, and I went full of curiosity and the faint, unrecognized apprehension that here, at last, I should find that low door in the wall, which others, I knew, had found before me, which opened on an enclosed and enchanted garden, which was somewhere, not overlooked by any window, in the heart of that grey city.
