Gayet iyi biliyorum ki bir hayat talep edemezsiniz, iki hayat da. Ancak her insana güç bahşedileceğini umut edebilirsiniz.
My wings felt small in the wind that year.
I always thought the place was identified
by the mothers and the aroma of sage.
No one said to me,
this place is called a country,
around the country are borders,
and beyond the borders is another place,
called diaspora and exile for us.
Perhaps, perhaps.
Things acquire new meanings at sunset.
Memories wake and call,
like a signal of death at sunset,
like the beat of a song not sung to anyone.
I'll cry out⸻I am still alive⸻because
I feel the arrow piercing my side.