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I know a woman whose eyes were caught in the rain at all costs. A woman who still does not lose hope despite the tiredness in her body, whose face is the size of a spring garden, who has avoided suicide dozens of times, but who still condemns herself to loneliness with an exceptional look!
He had withdrawn his head helplessly and wandered off into the farthest distance. If only I could come across his black eyes, inside of which are no different than night, maybe... Maybe then I would become one with his heart. It was like the most beautiful longing for a city that belonged to me. But there was no way he could lift his head from his knees.
I always kept that woman like a secret in my heart, which I kept twisting from giving her back as if she would break away from me while I was breathing.
(From the Promotional Bulletin)