KIŞ ORTASI
Bir mavi işık
fışkırıyor dışarı giysilerimden.
Kış ortası.
Tınlayan buzdan tamburlar.
Yumuyorum gözlerimi.
Sessiz bir dünya var
sessiz bir çatlak
ölülerin
sınırdan kaçırıldığı.
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Time is not a straight line, it's more of a maze, and if you press close to the wall in the right place, you can hear rushing steps and voices, while on the other side you can hear yourself passing by.
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Light breeze of a very talented cognac
takes him away
right in the middle of a mission.
He always has a duty.
Two thousand letters a year!
Schoolboy who wrote the wrong word a hundred times
before being sent home.
The gondola is simple and black, heavily laden with life.
(...)