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Let me rest on your chest
Because I'm tired, just like you. let my name, address, who I am and my past years…all drown in our silence. Behind this door, a storm is chasing me, a dark winter is suffocating me, and the feet of the night are crushing me. I have no lover, nor a house to protect me from the flood. The winds of doubt carried me to you. So, shall I rest a little on your chest?
Or should I go back to my sorrows?
Neşe
Gittiğim her yere neşemi hep yanımda taşıdım. Sevincimi en çok çevremdekiler sever, biliyorum çünkü; Hüzünlü sessizlikler ve çökük gözler insanlara kendi küçük acılarını hatırlatır. Son zamanlarda, "neşem" yavaş yavaş kayboluyor. Bir süre konuşmayı kestim, ruhum yorgundu. İnsanların sustuğunda ortadan kaybolduğu söylenir. Keşke bir iki kelime söyleseydim, saçma da olsa, çünkü kendi sessizliğimde boğulmak üzereyim gibi geliyor.
I ask you to agree with me
that a scar is never ugly.
Those who create scars want you to think otherwise.
But you and I have to make a pact to stand up to them.
Because from my experience,
Scars mean 'I survived'.
Onu yalnız gördüm,
bir deri bir kemik, gözleri iri, gerçekten yorgun,
"Kimi seviyorsun?" diye sordum.
Kalbini kim yaraladı ve parçaladı?
Geceleri gözlerini kim eritip seni huzursuz etti?
Dedi ki: Onu suçlama.
Kalbimin ona taptığını bilmiyor,
Onu aylarca gizlice sevdim,
Yüreğim hasretten öldü.
I saw her alone,
emaciated, heavy-eyed, really tired,
I asked her "who do you love ?"
Who wounded your heart and torn it?
Who melted your eyes in the nights and made you restless?
She said: Do not blame him.
He doesn't know that my heart adores him,
I've secretly loved him for months,
My heart has died of yearning.
Wondering who you are?
You’re the purple scar that appears for no reason,
The images that give rise to nostalgia without features,
You are the ecstasy that did not complete,
A torment that lasted for an entire lifetime.
You...
You're like a trip I’ve been saving for months,
and when it was time to go,
I felt a desire not to leave.
What is life?
Dostoevsky: It's Hell
Socrates: It's an infestation
Aristotle: It is the mind
Nietzsche: It is strength
Marx: It is the conviction
Schopenhauer: It's suffering
Einstein: It is knowledge
Stephen Hopkins: It is hope
Kafka: The Endings
And you, what is your definition of life?
Have you ever had a crush? Have you ever felt a rush? Makes my heart stop, she didn't even blush And I got a crush Oh man I got a crush Got a psychedelic dagger in my heart, tell the paramedics to rush
I hate crushes, I cover bruises with paintbrushes Pour it all in the music now that my bank's ruptured
She never texts me, she never texts me, she never texts me Never texts me, she never texts me, forgot to text me
Well I guess we accept the ones that neglect us And my moms say that we disrespect the ones that perfect us And try to protect us
I really hope that you get this My thoughts are weighin' me down My neck can't handle the necklace Your father says that I'm reckless, I didn't cause all that wreckage
had to give you this message I wrote it straight from the soul and it didn't make sense to text it So I snuck up in your room, put it on your shoulder and in return You sent me back a restraining order.
Jaden - let it breath
"I deliberately read the writings of the miserable, the missing, and those whose hearts are broken, I read their cries to make me cry with them. My alphabet no longer accommodates this huge amount of sadness, so I started looking for someone to share it with me. It is a disaster to search for yourself in the writings of others, a disaster to lose yourself to this extent."
-unknown
You who pass between our fleeting words
Like bitter dust, pass wherever you want, but do not pass between us like flying insects
Take the past if you like, to the antiques market
Stack your illusions in a deserted hole, and go!
And reside wherever you like, but do not reside among us. It is time for you to depart and die wherever you wish, but do not die among us.
So get out of our land, from our sea, from our wheat, from our salt, from everything that has wounded us, and be erased from the vocabulary of memory.
what have you left us you disgraceful leaders?
what have you left for us beside destruction?
distortions of our history and a crippled nation,
who made you masters?
who made you our masters when we were born free?
who replaced history?
who changed the title?
who increased our pain?
who divided us?
you are worse than traitorous spies
No more obedience to you after today, no more.
- Adel the freeman
kardeşim
Annemin rahminde yedi dakika boyunca beni terk ettiği için ikiz kardeşimi asla affetmeyeceğim.
Beni orada, karanlıktan korkarak, o yapışkan sıvının içinde bir astronot gibi yüzerek, diğer tarafta onu nasıl öpüp ona taptıklarını dinleyerek yalnız bıraktı.
Bunlar hayatımın en uzun yedi dakikasıydı ve onu ilk doğan ve annemin gözdesi olmaya adayan şeydi.
Bundan sonra, her zaman Pablo'dan önce bir yerlerden ayrılmaya özen gösterirdim: yatak odası, ev, okul, kitle, tiyatro… bu filmin sonunu kaçırmak anlamına gelse bile.
Bir gün dikkatim dağıldı ve kardeşim benden önce gitti ve o sevimli gülümsemesiyle beni izlerken bir araba geldi ve ona çarptı.
İkiz kardeşim öldüğünde, annem cesedini tuttu ve adımı haykırdı ve ben şimdiye kadar ona söylemedim...
Ben öldüm ve kardeşim yaşadı.
Rafael Noboa - My Brother
My Brother
I will never forgive my twin brother after abandoning me for a whole seven minutes inside my mother’s womb.
He left me there alone, terrified of the dark, floating like an astronaut in that viscous liquid, listening to how on the other side they were kissing and adoring him.
Those were the seven longest minutes of my life, and which destined him to be the first born and my mother’s favorite. After that, I would always make sure to leave places before Pablo; the bedroom, the house, school, the theater… even if it meant missing the end of a movie.
One day I got distracted and my brother left before I did, and while he was watching me with his adorable smile, a car came by and hit him.
When my twin brother died, my mother grabbed his body and yelled my name. I have not corrected her since then...
I died and my brother lived.
My Brother – Rafael Noboa
Do you have to shed tears to cry? Can't one cry when lips are smiling? Do you have to look beautiful to love? Can't a beautiful soul on an ugly skin bind the heart? Should a weapon be a dagger to kill? Can't eyes be a gun, smile a bullet?
Bak Milena,
"En çok seni seviyorum." diyorum ama belki de bu gerçek aşk değildir.
"Sen bir bıçaksın ve ben hep o bıçakla kendime saplarım",dersem belki de gerçek aşkı anlatmış olurum.
Ve Milena, kalbimde seninle her şeye katlanabilirim.
| Franz Kafka
Look Milena,
"I love you the most." I say, but maybe that's not true love.
If i say, "You are the knife I turn inside myself", maybe I would be explaining true love.
And Milena, I can bear anything with you in my heart.
| Franz Kafka
Had I told the sea
What I felt for you
It would have left
it’s shores
It’s shells
And followed me
- Nizar Qabbani
I HAVE NO POWER
"I have no power to change you or explain your ways Never believe a man can change a woman Those men are pretenders who think that they created woman from one of their ribs, A woman does not emerge from a man's ribs, not ever! it is he who emerges from her womb, like a fish rising from depths of water
and like streams that branch away from a river It's he who circles the sun of her eyes and imagines he is fixed in place.."
- Nizar Qabbani
I can't promise to be calm,
dignified, and indifferent.
like a rock by the sea...
If my heart's going to break,
let it break from anger, grief, or joy.
― Nâzım Hikmet
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
The night looks like you
Quiet, crying, far away… It looks as though your eyes had flown away and it looks as if a forced kiss had sealed your lips. Where the sun swears its love to the night the sun is exhausted, and the night is suffering.
