I will weave letters a lot.
I'm fine. Inspiration.
Part of my soul
You're lying in the next room with nausea
You ate too many sweets at our house.
As a child pampers, we too
Baklavas, profiteroles, eclairs
Chicken breasts, cauliflower, rice pudding
Kunefes, şambalar, Güllaç
What a tragedy I live now your stomach and your head
That you're spinning
In a room of a family of your new country who loved you very much
Bringing the mint lemon my mom made to your room
Realizing again how attached I am to you
i'm scared again
Already dear
I guess my
a little weird
even a little
Strange
even a little
ringing the rainbow
I always have some habits
there was.
Like love so much.
Excess of everything is harmful but; is not it?
Now I'm writing poetry again after a life break
But this time it's different from the others
It's not pain this time
illness or
not mourning
How well we lived with you from yesterday's full moon
time to this full moon
and another half month
the endless joy of being inseparable
(What is infinity anyway?)
(Isn't everything relative, including time?)
This interval when you stay in Iraq
When this hearth goes out, the fire cannot be fed in the wild cold.
I will write you many pages of letters like crazy women
I'm going to blow it up. More like sweets. (Excess of everything is not bad.)
I will weave letters a lot.
I'm fine. Inspiration.
'Cause knowing that I'll never have an ex in me
There is eternal peace
(What lover is loved like that anyway?)
I wish you weren't nauseous, boy with the most beautiful eyes in the world
Insidiously, if the liquid capitalism of the distant country does not eat away at your soul
Leaning on your scoliosis eight days a week
If you're not a waitress, you'd throw your double major in the drawer.
If I could save you from this life
Like Turkish movie main boys
(As if I could save myself)
(I am as arrogant as I am beautiful)
Lie, no one can save themselves either
unless we save each other.
Oh my beautiful eyes, oh my velvet ears
Your country does not understand you
of my hometown
Like he doesn't understand me.
Deniz BaÅŸar