Red Wedding Gown

  I would like to go to Paris Would like to go to Ny Would like to go around the world And I would like to see my parents healthy My children growing The trees with fruits My hair not whitening The reverse youth-time is here No way to counter it Now is time for Rachmaninov And now is time for Bohemian rhapsody The second part of your life Is full of wisdom and analysis   As well as sorrows and distance   They cut the trees in our garden last march Used to be green embracing all the birds with shadows all around And in the morning, all I look at with my cat Is drying grass …

Son zamanlarda dinlemelere doyamadım.  Gerçekten de harika bir şiir. Diğer şiirlerini de okumak istiyorum. Ayrıca farklı çevirilerini de okumakta fayda var. Karşınızda Ezgi'nin günlüğü ve Konstantin Simonov...  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sGUGfqwRjJU Konstantin Simonov Bekle beni Bekle beni, döneceğim ben. Çok çok bıkmadan bekle! Sarı yağmurların Hüznü basınca, Kar kasıp kavururken, Kızgın sıcaklarda..bekle. Başkaları dünden unutulmuşken. Beklenmedikleri zaman bekle. Uzak yerlerden mektuplar kesilince Bekle beni. Birlikte bekleyenlerin beklemekten Usandığına bakma, bekle. Bekle beni döneceğim. Unutmak zamanı geldiğini Ezbere bilenleri Hayırla anma! Varsın oğlum,annem Hayatta olmadığıma inansın, Dostlarım beklemekten usansın, Ocak başında toplanıp Acı şarapla Yadetsinler beni Sen bekle onlarla birlikte İçmekte acele etme. Bekle beni; döneceğim, Bütün ölümleri çatlatmak için Döneceğim! “şansın varmış desinler “. Beklenmedikleri için, Beni

yesterday I cried for my mom  I wanted her to come but she did not come  we ate mercimek çorbası and discussed Turkey for a while  then I thought about painting my mother  but it was only to suffer  had three glasses of wine  when I had my fourth glass  I fell apart and was drowning in my own tears I cried cause I have not known what I have become in these years  as he consoled me  it was not enough to hold and caress me  I thought about death and there was a dark feeling inside  as if a spirit was inside me  this spirit gave me fear  and without knowing what it was  all of a sudden disappears but I had asked him to hold my hand  and he was sleeping  felt alone but no remedies life had hit us hard  ten years without my mom  I thought it would feel better as time goes by  in fact, I feel it deeper and deeper in my heart  and in the depths of my soul  it is not anymore  her or image of her  it is this great emptiness  th

Belval there is such a wind there is such an orange on the trees the trees are shaking no people on the street the church bells ringing the cross hanging my head is full of ideas and writing soon it will be colder and even more windier I'll fly on the pavement towards my office when I arrive and look at this post industrial hill top I just think of history is what makes us see then the green turns into Arizona what we do to nature to advance and run fast to produce guns and germs then we need to cure them then need to produce more there is such a wind there is such an orange on the trees they hang on to life and so do I sah

Here we go again We are settling here in Luxembourg In an old industrial place called Belval and Esch Zur Alzette I hear French and I look stupid Here is the chimney Here is the residence Here is the university Here is the bank Here are the friends and colleagues I am settling again This does not mean I am settling for long for who knows when I settle if I stay there I am a Roma and a Nomad and a Turk So it seems when my mom said the world is large and so she should live she meant that I would migrate from place to place no excitement for me no bungee jumping no skydiving no kitesurfing just some traveling and researching that is all I do in fact, it is true that I feel a little bit like a stranger everywhere and I hear a girl screaming upstairs then I watch the videos of the police taking away the protestors in Turkey I watch with eyes that are full of tears but then I go and take a coffee away from fight, hurdle, and ideology what do I do when things happ