My eyes can't see now, my ears can't hear,
I known only "me" but my burden was heavy.
All earths be mine, i feel missing still;
Only me walked with me, only me.
I told that only "me"!
I went to the road but road throw to me outside.
I wanted to everything which has money,
I looked for someting to be relax.
I woke up after that nightmire.
I asked me by myself: "Who are you?"
A voice called me from my inside;
"You're a human who created bu God."
You don't need anything what can buy money.
You need only know you.
FIG TREE
"I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet."
- Sylvia Plath
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The New York Times gazetesinin Modern Aşk adlı bir köşesi var ve içerisinde Küçük Aşk Hikayeleri adı altında yayımlanan ve okurlar tarafından gönderilen kısa yazılardan oluşan bir seri var. Yazılardan biri dikkatimi çektiği için paylaşmak istedim. Başlığı: A BOOKMARK NEAR THE END (“Sona Yakın Bir Ayraç” gibi bir anlama geliyor.)
Hikayenin çevirisini ise şu şekilde yaptım: “O, tarihi sever. John Quincy Adams hakkında bir biyografi yazmak istiyordu. Ben ise, utanç verici bir şekilde, John Quincy Adams hakkında neredeyse hiçbir şey bilmiyordum, bu yüzden internete girip onun hakkında bulabildiğim bütün biyografileri satın aldım. Bir gün beni aradı ve (bu ilişkiyi) uzun vadede yürütemeyeceğimizi söyledi. Beni sevdiğini fakat ilgi alanlarımızın farklı olduğunu söyledi. “Senin için aşk ne demek?” diye sordum. “Bu imkansız bir soru,” diye yanıtladı. Ben ise aşkı oldukça basit buluyorum. Aşk, komodinimin üzerindeki, sonuna yakın bir yere ayraç yerleştirilmiş olan biyografi yığınıdır.”
(He loves history. He wanted to write a biography of John Quincy Adams. I, shamefully, knew almost nothing about John Quincy Adams, so I went online and bought every biography of him I could find. One day, he called me, claiming that we wouldn’t work out long term. He said he loved me but that we had different interests. “What does love mean to you?” I said. “That’s an impossible question,” he replied. I, however, find love to be quite simple. Love is the stack of biographies on my nightstand with a bookmark near the end.)
Bakmak isteyenler için yazarın adı Julia Nicole Camp.
Everything i wantedMüzik
Coulda been a nightmare
But it felt like they were right there
And it feels like yesterday was a year ago
But I don't wanna let anybody know
'Cause everybody wants something from me now
And I don't wanna let 'em down
All I ever wanted was you
I'll never get to heaven 'cause ı don't know how
Let's raise a glass or two
To all the things I've lost on you, oh...
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… I've tried to leave it all behind me
But I woke up and there they were beside me
And I don't believe it but I guess it's true
Some feelings, they can travel too
Oh there it is again, sitting on my chest
Makes it hard to catch my breath
I scramble for the light to change
… You're always on my mind
You're always on my mind
… And I never minded being on my own
Then something broke in me and I wanted to go home
To be where you are
But even closer to you, you seem so very far
And now I'm reaching out with every note I sing
And I hope it gets to you on some pacific wind
Wraps itself around you and whispers in your ear
Tells you that I miss you and I wish that you were here
… And if I stay home, I don't know
There'll be so much that I'll have to let go
You're disappearing all the time
But I still see you in the light
For you, the shadows fight
And it's beautiful but there's that tug in the sight
I must stop time traveling, you're always on my mind
… You're always on my mind
You're always on my mind
… And I never minded being on my own
Then something broke in me and I wanted to go home
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