Sağım ama iyi değilim:(
6 Şubat 2023, gece 4.17, şiddetli bir sarsıntıyla yataktan fırladım. İlk aklıma gelen çocuklardı. Odalarına gidip yataklarından onları nasıl alıp yere attım, üstlerine kapandım bilmiyorum. Bekledim, bekledim, bitsin diye bekledim. Ama boşuna beklemişim. Eşyalar hiç durmadan devrilmeye başlayınca bitti, dedim, buraya kadarmış her şey. 12 kat
Kim bilir, belki..
İnsan 30 yaşından sonra arkadaş yapamıyor kendine.
Koca yapıyor, karı yapıyor, çocuk yapıyor,
arkadaş yapamıyor.
Yapsa da eskiler gibi olmuyor.
Halbuki uykuya dalar gibi arkadaş olurduk okuldayken. Arkadaş olmak için yaratılmış gibiydik.
Bir hafta içinde böbrek verecek hale gelirdik.
Neden olmuyor bu işler 30' undan sonra..
Oysa o ne
This text has been automatically translated from Turkish. Show Original
I started to love books because I was learning something new from every book. I learned a lot about Persians, Arabs and Turks. I read books about the crimes of kings and rulers, about wars, about peoples, about revolutions and about the lives of revolutionaries. I read love stories and love poems. But I preferred books written on rulers. I have read books about a ruler whose concubines and concubines were as numerous as his army, and another whose only interests in life were wine, women, and whipping slaves. Another doesn't show much interest in women; He enjoyed wars, killing and torturing. Yet another loved food and money insatiably. Another ruler admired himself and his greatness as if there was no one else in the world. There was also a scheming ruler who spent all his time distorting historical facts and deceiving his people.
I discovered that all these rulers were men. What they had in common was an ambitious and distorted personality, an insatiable appetite for money, sex and unlimited power. These were men who sowed the seeds of evil in the world and plundered their rights; They were men with deep voices, the ability to persuade, choose and say sweet words, and shoot poisonous arrows. Their true faces were revealed only after their deaths. So I discovered that history repeats itself with stupid stubbornness.
