"When I listen to music gardens open out around me, and the melody becomes a flower I hear with my eyes. Sound has an image, and this image has a sound, ehich slowly gathers momentum like waves, more far-reaching than a literary metaphor."
Sayfa 68 - archipelago books, journal, translated from the Arabic by Catherine CobhamKitabı okuyor
"Listen to me. You've got to fight him. Fight, or get out. Otherwise, he will kill you."
e-kitap olarak okuyorum.Kitabı okuyor
"If we were to listen intently to the sound of silence, we would talk less."
Sayfa 33 - archipelago books, journal, translated from the Arabic by Catherine CobhamKitabı okuyor
"Silence is a sound which has evaporated and disappeared in the wind and fragmented into echoes preserved in cosmic water jars. If we were to listen intently, we would hear the thud of the apple against a stone in God's garden, Abel's cry of fear when he first sees his own blood, the original moans of desire between a man and a woman who don't know what they are doing."
Sayfa 33 - archipelago books, journal, translated from the Arabic by Catherine CobhamKitabı okuyor
Listen well, Mon Chaton. You must never let anyone steal your "true name". Your true name is the formula that shapes your very being. In other words it is your life itself.
- "Bana Lilith'ten bahset."
+ "İleride evleneceğin adamın annesini mi merak ediyorsun yoksa bir vâris olarak bilgi toplamaya mı çalışıyorsun?"
- "Şu an evleneceğim adamlar listesinin üst sıralarında değilsin, sana çok öfkeliyim."
+ "Öyle bir listen mi var?"
- "Niye, senin yok mu?"
+ "Çok uzun sayılmaz."
- "Benimle flört etme."
Sayfa 147Kitabı okuyor
She frowns and waves her index finger towards him threateningly
"Listen to me you little shit! I'm not a thing that you can own!"
The way she frowns and says those words drives his desire more and more. The way she looks at him with her angry yet adorable face, it makes him see her more and more as a thing he must own. Her angry gestures, as well as her voice make him want her even more than before. His eyes move down to her lips when she says that she's not a thing, he wants her lips so badly he can almost taste them. His voice now sounds more cruel as he replies to her.
"But you will be..."
Ode to nightingale
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,
Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains
One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk:
'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot,
But being too happy in thine happiness,—
That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees
Kazanmak herkes ister
Ne istediğini bilmektir önemlisi
Var mı listen, hayallerin, hırsın, cesaretin?
Sabır selametimse, intikam felaketimdir
open.spotify.com/track/1xmAW8yK4...
Thinking of you is pretty, hopeful,
It is like listening to the most beautiful song
From the most beautiful voice on earth...
But hope is not enough for me any more,
I don't want to listen to songs any more,
I want to sing.
Nazım Hikmet Ran
Bir playlistte bu kadar iyi şarkılar olabileceğini bilmiyordum
-Hotline bling
-Your power
-Solo
-Dying on the inside
-Overwhelmet
-Dusk Till Dawn
-Sickick
-Pretty Poison
-You should see me in a crown
-Teeth
-There's nothing holding me back
-Listen before I go
-Cradles
-Eyes don't lie
Bir playlistte bu kadar iyi şarkıların olabileceğini bilmiyordum...
-Hotline bling
-Your power
-Solo
-Dying on the inside
-Overwhelmet
-Dusk Till Dawn
-Sickick
-Pretty Poison
-You should see me in a crown
-Teeth
-There's nothing holding me back
-Listen before I go
-Cradles
-Eyes don't lie