Our dreams had already closed the door to goodbye, and our feelings were walking arm in arm with goodbye at the last turn.
Like a thin river, my luxuriant pupil springs forth, not knowing where it will reach.
The color of my patched dreams has faded. I fit the years into a two-syllable sentence. Even though it was hanging on the pendulum on the edge of my tongue, my letters and the colors on its tail always looked sad.
My inner voice, which accompanies the nights I have seizures, is offended. Their land is dry. Drops of mercy are not falling.
My fingers are grappling with the edge of my mind. It wasn't a refrain I believed; It was to sip hope and love as sherbet.
They deemed it worthy of a farewell bolt on the door of my heart that I left offended, and they threw earth on it so that it would not breathe.
I remember every morning a hope, every sunrise a flower that has just opened.
I stretched curtains of tulle over my precious gaze, which I sprinkled at intersections on its sparkling roads.
I scatter the stranded memories between the scissors, and I lay ulamas of colored cloth at the base of my heart.
My sentences are saying goodbye. With love and hope. I do not lament after my sentences that bear witness to my groans.
I'm blowing my prison years out of their cages now. I take the rusty lock of the cage door that I bolted out of my trunk.
I want halal from my wasted hours, from my brain that turned into a garbage dump. Then my eyes turn to my left. My soul groaning under my misty eyes. I told him that you didn't stray from the way you know and you couldn't be understood. Forgive yourself. There are some other than us. You are with me, I am with you.
I bid farewell to the shadow of all foggy clouds. I spent my life letter by letter, syllable syllable; The adjustment of my feelings in the grip of time when I gave up on myself while consuming has long passed.
If we are allowed to say START from the port before the ship has sailed before our Lord, our lips are thankful.
Despite everything, we continue to live the struggle.
The weight of our saddlebag and our non-scabbing wounds should not derail us from our path. If we are armed with love and hope.
Let's sing such kisses to the footprints of the past that even deaf sultans can hear it.
Let's say goodbye for the last time to those who try to destroy us.
My darling today - Poetry
In the third year of my absence
I opened the door of yesterdays with you.
Holding hands
It occurred to me that we walked all the streets
We get wet under the rain
When eye to eye
He apocalypse in our hearts
And exactly the happiest person in the world
When I say mine, take me to the cruelty of this world
Leaving it inside
I thought of you leaving me without knowing..
I laughed and cried at the same time.
Every day after you're gone
You just left me
I'm setting the clock for sunset
what a minute early
I have patience
nor too late
I adjust my heart accordingly
it wakes me up every day
without even washing my face
I leave the house and run towards the horizon
my mother is always at the window
I know she's crying behind my back
But still i can't give up on you
I'm so angry at these roads
coming towards you
Because they are longer.
actually if i had it
I never want to leave you
If only you knew
Every step I take
how many daggers you stabbed in my heart
But here I am, for my mother's sake.
Look, the sun is setting again
In the red of the sky
I see the fire of my heart
hand thinks landscape
what a pity i lost you just now
a little bit early
It will be dark if it's late
Just like you
So were you because
Everything was light when I was with you
Now it's pitch black..
I can't see in front of me even in the daytime.
Because I can't cry anymore
Aren't you angry with me?
Don't think that I don't miss you
with green prescription psychiatric drugs
I can barely come to your grave
nice, I'm drinking it for my mother's sake..
I'm not very good actually
But don't tell anyone
I'm glad for that
Maybe I can come to you a little early..
What ignorant put
These flowers on your head
They did not witness
from your flowers
It smells better.
My darling..
How quickly the hours pass
When i'm with you
I am more to you
What would i tell
luck is tomorrow.
Look we're breaking up again
Offend me like before
You know, our people are very fond of
I've already upset them too much.
But believe me to come to you
Every night I beg with my palms
I believe this longing
It will be over soon.
This longing will end soon.
