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Solar Honeysuckle smell powder smoke, dust, smoke

sun, under the eyes of
old city gates
;

smell of a honeysuckle vine flowers
Clouds in my heart

cheeky bitch draws nazında demlenmekte
Day Night

ulumakta
harbor ferry pier last evening


Hand shakes morning fires Reed is playing the sound
declining birds heron fishermen

a pair of wandering eyes clamp seğiren late tomorrow, says crane
Ürkekliğinde

now

now dust in the solar dismemberment
Deryalar
Come on dear
Honeysuckle smells a bitch nazında
ulumakta ferry port city

now my eyes and my heart says
, dust, smoke, my heart is in love with

Cry late tomorrow

shore reef herons love struck the coast to land on your back

hid

says

see tomorrow soo late;
now says goodbye to beloved ferry
smell of honeysuckle
moaning, never to return, now
yağmalanmakta

tomorrow soo late now to return
sinking sun. Turgay

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satisfy me for many years, what, why, how, why, where they accumulated in me answers to questions.
Now I believe that it's time reckoning with them. I will stay myself here. Day turns into difficulties, increasing difficulties. 'm Very shallow. Every part of me naked çırıl lean, like snowy winter months. Ayıyor Aymazlarım these cold months. Since
What I look, another I'm going somewhere.
right inside, does not fit inside. I also sığamıyorum to this place.
Büyüttüklerim, fears giyindiklerimden soyunduruyor yalınlaştırıp me. Yenişemiyorum
myself I want to open a war between me and myself that I can. I believe the only way you could win this war soyunarak.
space, such as a leaf falling. Feet below the ground and also ridden both the fall and their own space (track) drop (did) I'm watching ...
space for a long time to think fall or falls was even harder. But the people here is a cracking place.
My body lives in the last dem. I know him very zorladığımı. I want to move a little more like me. "I use it better."
noble family, I am not. My grandfather, "the penalty at the time that the house had been destroyed and there died in captivity in Tbilisi." Pasha, I'm not a child. I did not receive a private lesson, one of the best schools in the country could not finish. Saunders in idly wandering gezemedim showcases my free time in Beyoğlu. But the money to my father, I saw when purchasing packages of tobacco produced by the monopoly. Seraglio sefalarım happened. Because people do not get tuition paşababam and its environs has not been able to meet with someone in between the sets of erk. Not held a special room for me, not servant.
regular health check, private psychiatrists could not go. Your own 'tried to discipline myself tin'imi. . Terbiyesizliklerimi savaşımla çözümlediğimi own thought. Another race, language, religion was not able to meet people. On the first tourists I saw when I was seven. Their feelings and how except for me to read experiences from other places, friendship and hostility learned. Blank did not have time. When I can not read the book. Kelli, Fell, effective, competent folks edinemedim. Common language people speak, like me, in my class.
trips, the mountains of Ardahan seyirlerimi sheep, lamb güderken did. My youth when my country was in the hands of the military cuntaların. I understand that I always fight "battle of bread" was. The concept of freedom in the country side horse ran duyumsamıştım
child, otherwise the What I do not know the taste.
I count the moments of calm myself enough to fill in, not read the newspaper TV watching times. I want to run this horse in the arena of
olamadıklarımın. Now this' new came Bağ'a say. My goal is not cast out. All of this absence of a better life
seçkiyle
you think the rich man to turn your experiences in another language anlatacaklarım description. Palaces, Paris, Vienna, to enter the world of skin or thereabouts yaşadıklarımdan not. Thats the world to know he would love to
. Them by hope. I hope one day will become Yoklarımın assets.
tired of struggling for the product in any season, I'm like the sun fukarası countryside. (Every season?)
injured as a child never grew inside. Every part of me every day a little more space
boş.Bu increases the fear grew in me until this day Speaking of me inside of me I think it is countless. Among them, one of
However, at the places of my childhood, to live without children. Living on where
how yakalayabildiysek, so here it is. Savrulup'm going down with the wind from the bottom. I want to take root in one place. I think I'll die in the place of each stem salacağımı be sitting inside. So I know permanent property does not fit inside. Open wounds
I think it shuts down. Each wound re-acıdıklarını duyumsuyorum saw. Starting from elementary school until I was forty-three beslemiştim
them. Dreams drown myself in my own hands. Now, anyone nothing left to say. In this country, or so sincere and emotional olmamalıymışım doğmamalıymış. I love the people relying on them can not think of anything else. Of course, to which I inflicted countless yengilere
all these three kağıtçı, cheat, opportunistic, hypocritical, batakçı, deceptive, kovcu, Karachi to live with the likes of becermesi storm inside of me.
close my eyes, burning me inside to see all these becerisizlikleri. On the other hand come down on me Divlit Mountain pristine oxygen. Once upon a time people outskirts of this mountain fever. Now that I'm used to fresh air is often filled with pouring rain, full of empty inside. Boğduklarımı re-think putting meat to the bone. Meat bone yeah the end of life, where re-phrase comes from putting flesh and bones, sitting inside. Gaziantep, a part of me was a part of me Ş.Koçhisar
at. One part of me ateşlenip ash hills of the Taurus was the cold springs boil. One part of me in Kahramanmaras, a part of me still in the plain of Ardahan stops flashing. Ankara, the sidewalks were removed and stripped
a part of me. Now I'm trying to collect places to stay in these parts sitting on top. I want them. Again I put bezeyeceğim taken place. Write letters to friends around the neck büktüklerini snowdrops opened without me say I see. Angustifolia trees Soon my bedroom smells of the first type duyumsuyorum say their arrival in advance. He has changed the feelings of thousands of smells from nature I will tell. Gaziantep atsalar
tied into my eyes, was fifteen years've come from there. I know the smells of roasted meat from the Father again at the beginning of widowhood friends, söyleşmelerini. Last summer the vineyard grape harvest Þ Koçhisar'a bağlasalar'll let my eyes screams of the expatriates, cashing negotiable market places, among harvesters in the field to remove the dust, smoke, cries of expatriates from Europe for over twenty years have come through me aslılı trace stops. Cukurova hills of the Taurus rice, cotton, gathering of workers at night, the heat of Çukurova bunalıp the release sound still stops at my ears. Last summer in the hands of
rice, cotton, henna. Children's eyes still light in your eyes harvest saklılar ferinde.
Ankara! Oh, Ankara, boulevards, and behind, left behind the city streets of Istanbul gecekondularına mortar suladığım terlerimle put youth. Silahtarağa, Alibeykoy, Job, and stayed there Berec hopes. Youth in the seventies there was crashing down shanties
Now mahpuslukları back the years that picking up a long mountain behind Divlit blows with oxygen.
still stubbornly ...
no seasonal change around here. Cold summer does not always last summer. Snow fell, thousands of earth's first summer came with heart and soul went without seeing me.
Divlit Manisa in the name of an extinct volcano. Look

Greeting Messages For Holidays

;
Summer, screams in the
Last sevişmelerinin,

the middle of a fallen leaf Autumn color

hand in hand with a double pike

gait behind My heart
summer figanlarının

September galloping mania vintage
sharp sword coming


streets of cities say
dry ayazları
ulumakta
sancısından

Come fall

büyüyemiyorum
shirt at the door yet thin nardan

;

nor flood nor snow off the raid Write
going.

falling branches have kept my green apple
Büyüyemiyorum
Fall

the Shadow of the branches of this tree is burned to break the
Yapraksızım
Come on the tree, and I



a branch inside a leaf child