One Day
One day
We’ll meet again You’ll look at me And while i look at you I won't feel a thing I'll walk past you With a smile on my face And inside you'll be dying because it took you too long to realize It was me
| Unknown
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This sea is mine
What was mine: my yesterday. What will be mine: the distant tomorrow, and the return of the wandering soul as if nothing had happened. A slight cut in the arm of the absurd present, History mocks its victims and its heroes, It glances at them in passing and goes on. So i tell you ; This sea is mine. The fresh air is mine. And my name, though i mispronounce it over the grave, is mine. As for me, filled with every reason to departure, I am not mine. I am not mine. I am not mine.
| Mahmoud Darwish
I like to stay at a safe distance from everyone, I am neither near to blame nor far forgotten, present and invisible, like the setting sun, departing and comforting at the same time.
| Charles Bukowski
"Eğer kaderinse, bütün dünya karşı da gelse kavuşursunuz."
The texture of your hands is still stuck between my palms, how does one remove the traces of love from one's senses?
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Let you be...
Let you be the sea, and I will be the first to drown.
You’re the destination, and I'm the first to arrive.
let you be the house, and I will be the first to dwell.
Be the poetry, and I will be the first to listen.
Be whatever you are,
and I will be yours with everything I have.
تتلاشى الاكتاف من حولك تدريجيا كلما ازدادت حاجتك للاستناد
The shoulders around you gradually disappear as your need for support increases
The most beautiful sea, hasn't been crossed yet. The most beautiful child, hasn't grown up yet. Our most beautiful days, we haven't seen yet. And the most beautiful words, I wanted to tell you I haven't said yet...
― Nâzım Hikmet
"Onu ölesiye seviyor musun?" diye sordular.
"Mezarımda ondan bahset ve beni nasıl hayata döndürdüğünü izle" dedim.
- Mahmoud Darwish
Between you and me
Between you and me there are summer nights, a melody that I secretly dedicate to you, a series of flirtatious poems and the darkness of the night. Between you and me there are endless streets and roads full of strangers Between you and me there are night stars, winter storms, autumn winds, and spring flowers Between you and me there is the nostalgia of September, The crushes of December and The January drunkards. There are whispers and shadows between us And stories that can't be told with words
Between you and me, are the poisoned arrows of lovers.
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