tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39426482011-12-02T13:11:42.547ZE.noreply@blogger.comBlogger2951100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3942648.post-65178597517519284332011-11-14T21:25:00.002Z2011-11-14T21:25:45.291Z

Will you be the same person once I got to know. Will you have the same eyes, same smiles and same crazy ideas? Hope the world enriches you, it fulfills you and be generous to inspire you.Once you are back, I will see you.

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They couldn't resist to change. The waves were bigger than their dreams. They got swept by their tears.

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It all started as usual. While outside days floated into years, in her world time has stopped. The days were in the past, years didn't come along. When she had the courage to step into outer world, she felt so vulnerable and reached to a point that she couldn't take it anymore. Days stopped floating. The violence of time killed her.

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It was just memory. Somewhere in your life, you would remember once in a while, smile and forget about it.

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Closing her eyes so tightly, she tried to remember. But she couldn't. Nothing made any sense to her, she couldn't even remember who she was. Her memories, her pieces of life weren't there anymore. It was blank. All blank. She opened her eyes and gave up. She knew she was reduced to nothingness. Her existence was only psychical. She reached out to one of the notebooks she was given, by whom she

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She kept them waiting reluctantly. She always chased those unique moments, chose her words carefully to create a story. She wanted a story to be real. That was her story. That was her reality.

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Here we were once again under different skies, in a far-away continent and lost among this strange crowd. You were holding my hand tightly just as usual. My eyes were gazing the crowd, signposts written in a calligraphic language. The noise of the cars were buzzing my ears. Nothing made sense. At all. Except one thing: I was tied to you with thousands of years old feelings. It was all clear to me.

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It was the silence that told the world all about her more than millions of words that existed. She enveloped herself into this silence that nothing could break.

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She: Is this real?He: Yes, it is...She: Do you really exist in my life?He: I exist in you.She: I'm living you.

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I met you at the right time in my life: In my past.

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The music of the waves was enchanting. The gray clouds were darkening her skies over the Caribbean sea. Warm, bubbly waves were touching her feet. It was an invitation. Her thoughts followed her feet to the sea. She was at last free.

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Stories from rain, didn't purify my thoughts. I was still waiting for it to happen. I knew it was close, so close that I almost see it happening. It nibbled deep down inside. I had to let it go. I opened the window, felt the chilling wind first touching my face then caressing my hair. I closed my eyes to the world outside. But it continued to exist there.

E.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3942648.post-20708664184157877632010-09-26T20:22:00.003+01:002010-09-26T20:26:10.035+01:00

She continued to kill him long after he was dead. He was dead but her feelings were there; alive. She tried to kill what was left from him every passing day, repeatedly.

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There was nothing to connect them anymore. Ghost feelings wandered by their hearts and drifted their mind. But it wasn't for days, it wasn't for nights, it was only for a few seconds with a blink of an eye. They were connected by memories though..Memories of a short common past which she didn't remember very well now.

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Don't let it die, he said. Time was a river. Instead of watching it flow, she was flowing with it. Perhaps it has never been alive? Perhaps it was just a reflection of a dream? Her thoughts grew heavier, she closed her eyes and continued to flow with the river. Nothing did matter, her feelings melted in the water.

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It was a stranger's smile, she didn't realize. He kept talking to her as if he had known her ages. For her, his words were similar but they failed to reach her. She smiled apologetically and walked away from him politely. He stood there in the middle of the crowd watching her go. In his mind, He couldn't believe she didn't remember him. She didn't remember all the wonderful moments together. In

E.noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3942648.post-44470758866301245162010-01-29T12:31:00.000Z2010-01-29T12:32:34.324Z

Your words fell over me like rain drops. They refreshed my thoughts, cleared my skies and made me feel easy. But, when I woke up from your dreamy words, I saw the entire world had gone. I fell behind.

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Some people are bound by legal papers, others by invisible ties of their hearts. Why would papers rule over feelings she wondered. She took off her ring, placed it softly on the table and listened to humming words of her heart.

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It was just like any other day until I saw you- again. I wanted to run after you just to catch a glimpse of your face after all these 20 years. Was that really you?My legs became weak. All my energy was drained. I couldn’t take a step. It must have been you. I was so weak once again just as 20 years ago. I called out your name.I know it was you. Nobody could make me feel like this, not even

E.noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3942648.post-46662224558886248992009-11-18T15:56:00.001Z2009-11-18T15:57:59.914Z

Until now, it has always been tomorrow. Time was water. Seconds became life. Life became death. From now on it will always be the past.

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After all the pain you caused, you died today in incurable pain. My words are empty, so are my feelings. Your brother waited for you. Your brother cared about you.Your brother waited for you while he was waiting for his death. You didn't come.I am happy that your brother no longer awaits you. He will meet you there.

E.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3942648.post-83915064162006523392009-08-31T16:45:00.001+01:002009-08-31T16:49:30.939+01:00

He was waiting for her answer. She began playing with her hair. She didn’t have any answer to give. She thought he had the answer: Her. She smiled at her naughtily and left him alone among the misty crowd of the café. With her absence he continued to look for an answer. With his absence she continued to smile.

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Should I stop caring? Should I stop thinking of you once in a while? Should I simply stop writing as you did? You will give me the answer. Or else, I just keep waiting.

E.noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3942648.post-9758520428737628252009-07-27T16:21:00.002+01:002009-07-27T16:34:58.426+01:00

I know you have long erased me from your life. Our long loving memories turned into a dust in this universe. But, I still wait and I will keep on waiting. Here. In this city. For your words. To arrive.

E.noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3942648.post-84088080784690327532009-06-26T15:18:00.004+01:002009-06-26T15:30:23.889+01:00

It was a glimpse of coincidence that made our encounter possible. I looked at him, he saw me. The young man I saw turned into a little boy once I used to know. In the next minutes we were hugging each other as we were those little girl and boy 18 years ago. I was lost in time and he saved me and brought me back to day.

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I thought the pain inside me would never cease, it shattered me into pieces.I thought time would always stand still with your absence. The time had stopped then. Those days were years. All with your absence.Almost four years have passed.The years are just some days in the past now.

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I saw her at the underground station. She didn't see me, just as she didn't see the rest of the world. I kept looking at her. She was a young, beautiful woman, looking at my direction in her pitch-dark world. Her brown waivy hair fluttered in the air as the train was fading away from her. Inside the train, I continuted to look at her. While vanishing in the dark, I was so sure she saw if not me,

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I tried to catch a hold of your hand before falling into a deep emptiness. You pointed me a wall. I looked at the wall, I looked at you. I just couldn't help falling while my eyes were still on you.

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We ceased to be the persons once we used to be. You and me are not anymore a part of this reality. Now we became a dream; a mid-summer’s night dream.

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He looked at me, I stared out of window and watched the beautiful landscape. He talked to me, I listened to my favorite song playing on the radio.He touched me, it wasn't me anymore.

E.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3942648.post-21448164058505240502009-02-19T23:09:00.003Z2009-02-19T23:12:03.354Z

Those feelings were strangers to me. I would never feel those he described, I would never get lost in his eyes the way he did in mine.And he would never catch my rhyme.

E.noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3942648.post-89822689391741173952009-01-29T12:35:00.001Z2009-01-29T12:35:58.179Z

Existing in a circle, she was surrounded by millions of other circles. All of them somehow connected to her; Some shared some moments with her, the others a life. But neither made her feel embraced. She stood there among all of them, uniquely lonely, but still happy.

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The emptiness of my existence was echoing in my ears. I was neither happy nor sad, I was reduced to nothingness. The further I walked away from Pforzheim Hauptbahnof, the further I became away from the rest of the world. I found myself falling into pieces in an endless emptiness.

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In my last 60 seconds with you, I crashed against a wall, I fell in an emptiness, I hit the ground, I was shattered; I was in million pieces. But, still I continued to smile.Everything was so unreal and you had gone with all my memories.

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The roads I chose, the roads you chose, within the same direction, parallel to one another, yet with different people. I glance at you, I am that close to you and I see you. Yes, it could have been me. She could have been me, but I know you are still that close to me...The only road we didn't take was words. They remained as the road not taken. Both by you and me.

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He had such lovely blue eyes. What did they do to you? Why did you go insane? You needed to talk, I listened to you. You needed to be loved, I kissed you. In the lonely streets of Lisbon, I hope all is well with you.

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My mind is drifting. I see images flying before my eyes and I can't catch any of them. You are in one of them, but I am far from it. I just can't find myself in any of them.

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While everything around me was running, I stopped to kiss you.Even my eyes closed I could feel the entire world spinning around me. Once I stopped, you hugged me and I continued my way. I jumped into the running world where I belonged to.I found myself running with a sweet taste of your kiss. That made me smile and gave me the urge to look back.But when I looked back, you were left way behind.

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I breathe a different air, I am under different skies. The tides of my thoughts take me closer to you. When I return and when you find a different person in me, will you still love me?

E.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3942648.post-48949815872370547372008-10-20T21:02:00.001+01:002008-10-20T21:03:45.747+01:00

All the world was known and I wasn't familiar. Now I am just one of them...

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While these two people were sharing their secrets, their most special feelings, their memories through a few seconds of glimpses, I was between them. I saw, I felt deeply everything they went through. I whispered into my love's ear: "It could have been you..."

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She was walking through the aisle of the church with her newly-married husband. With a big smile on her face, she was greeting the guests...All familiar faces; friends, family and relatives were looking at her admiringly. There was only one person looking at her differently and another, that was me, observantly. While she was passing through the crowd, she caught a glimpse of him. She wasn't sure

E.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3942648.post-80107423296490447962008-10-09T09:43:00.002+01:002008-10-09T09:47:39.924+01:00

She never understood what he tried to say. In the middle of nothingness how could he try to mean something? How?

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It was a trip to find beauties, but she was constantly greeted by poverty, sadness and hopelessness. The day brought nothing to these lost souls. The day brought a lot to her. For them each day was a day of fight, a day to survive. For her each day was to enjoy. Grasping her some-thousand Euro worth camera firmly in her hands, she saw a little boy smiling at her. Thousands of miles, she thought.

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He was the only person who knew who I was, but he was far, far away. I ran to catch up with time, I ran to catch up with him. I failed. Time continued to fly and I was blinded.When I finally began to see, he was left behind and I was already someone else.

E.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3942648.post-90857164538653967512008-09-30T12:57:00.001+01:002008-09-30T12:59:08.736+01:00

The flowers first blossomed then faded. You asked me to wait.The time neither flew nor stood still for me.I was time. Behind me nothing existed.

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Nothing to lose, but a country. A lot to leave behind- entire family.Money in rich countries bring further poverty.Today I am in Germany and observing this very closely.

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People look more beautiful than they are in distance. Her delicate face enchanted me in the crowd. I couldn't just help it; I gazed at her secretly during my entire trip. These were my awkward attempts to get some clues about her life. But her beauty was an obstacle. It shadowed all what was about her. There weren't any clues but her pure beauty before my eyes.I quit the metro, I quit her world

E.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3942648.post-5737045511032961282008-08-19T00:04:00.001+01:002008-08-19T00:04:00.966+01:00

He always wanted to say those in his head, but never got the courage. Holding her hand tightly, he whispered into her ear. Seeing her smile he felt relieved. He freed her from him. He wanted to say more, but it was too late, she wasn't there anymore, she had long gone.

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He said something and his words filled her chest with bliss. She could feel the warm blood circulating through her veins. Her heart started beating very fast and then lowered and lowered and lowered.Holding his hand, she died.

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Going back to Istanbul was more than a trip. it was living through all the past memories once again. First days were sleepless. How could I sleep among all these memories? They kept me awake. They keep me alive. I wondered where in my memories I was left.What about you? Have you ever thought where in your memories you are?

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I have millions to say, but I am enveloped in my own silence. Silence tells more, but that is something you will never know.

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I traveled thousands miles to see you. One morning I gained all my courage to head to your direction, but it rained cats and dogs and I remained in hesitation. When will I see you again? Will it help to ease this pain?These all is in vain.

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Your most precious words no longer had a meaning for me. I listened to you until the end. You waited for me to say something, but what was there to say? I looked at your beautiful eyes. I realized that they were not beautiful, you turned into someone else I didn't know.

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Wish I was told. By words. From you.Wish I knew. What. Happened. To you.

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Sometimes we just need to cease the pain inside. But, ...Bang! Bang!I...I shot him and I know I was wrong. I didn't give him a chance to bounce.I wanted to be the first, I didn't want him to shoot me, didn't want him to make me bleed.I know he would never do that to me.I am awfully sorry, but...I shot him before he shot me.

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A word poured from my mouth, I couldn't catch it and it slided through my fingers, fell on the floor, crashed into millions of pieces.I have lost my word...

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A part of me shed tears constantly. A part of me ached unceasingly. The other part was given to you. And now what has been left of me?One part sank in silence, the other in darkness.

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This or that. Neither of them expressed the way I felt. I wrote and then I deleted them all. When I deleted all my feelings embodied in words also were swept away. I scrabbled in search for my feelings and I got lost in the way I lost my words. I guess someone has just deleted me, I wonder who will now find me.

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Why didn't I talk to you?I regret.Your words were knife-sharp. They cut me and made me bleed. Now your words are buried with you. But you voice has stayed here. With me.

E.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3942648.post-60629817345694396822008-04-06T21:56:00.005+01:002008-04-13T18:55:15.141+01:00

I walked through the subway Marques de Pombal Blue Line Station on my way home. As I was climbing the stairs, each step I took reminded me of an unknown future. An unknown future only a couple of minutes away at a place called home.What bad surprises awaited me I didn't know. Each step drew me closer to an unknown end. Now, I was at the door of my apartment. I was...I was there. I hesitated at

E.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3942648.post-55323242616031256142008-03-17T22:08:00.000Z2008-03-16T22:12:57.801Z

Was she so beautifully handsome? Or handsomely beautiful? I couldn't decide. I kept staring at her. She caught my eyes and I pretended; I wasn't look at her. Why do we have to lie all the time? Why couldn't I just continue staring? With words or without words, lies run this world!

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The blind man took his steps carefully in the darkness of his world. Outside, the sun was beaming so radiantly. But even that couldn't lighten his world up. His world enveloped him in the darkness and people around him became a part of this darkness: They didn't see him, neither did he see them.

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I ran, I ran and I ran. I ran away whatever you brought to me.I knew, I knew and I knew. I knew this was the end.Not now. Not today. But I know tomorrow it will be...

E.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3942648.post-90954994563549686362008-02-04T18:29:00.000Z2008-02-04T18:30:45.626Z

You cut me into pieces, yet I continued to believe it all looked beautiful. Beautiful.

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Now you ceased to exist in me. The only tie I have with you is my words at the present and your life in my past. Once your life would fill me in with words, now my words empty out what's left behind you.

E.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3942648.post-11124970579338255282008-01-13T21:00:00.000Z2008-01-13T21:11:13.375Z

There are forms of pregnancy. Some women prefer to get pregnant by donors from a sperm bank. Some use men just for that purpose without any commitment. Others get married with Mr. Right. In the last case, in South women get pregnant, men become fathers. In North, both women and men get pregnant and they become parents. And me, between the West and the East and the South and the North, I choose

E.noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3942648.post-16549502656203846872007-12-27T22:01:00.000Z2007-12-27T19:34:11.816Z

I sometimes doubt: Was that my imagination or the reality that was so sound?Don't you sometimes feel the memories of our past become sweeter than they were indeed?We long for unexperienced feelings, whereas the feelings we once felt were always better than today's.Who will satisfy us? What will satisfy?When?

E.noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3942648.post-86083283850336918072007-12-26T21:55:00.000Z2007-12-26T22:00:06.234Z

Words are floating in my head and some feelings are filling my chest. What am I doing?Nothing.The words just can't reach to these lines nowadays. How much I miss to get lost among them...Today my words are.But, I wonder:Where am I?

E.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3942648.post-44564222534367239792007-12-16T23:42:00.000Z2007-12-17T00:12:37.537Z

I refused to believe in reality-death, butI chose to believe in an illusion-god. And in the end neither of them helped much:Reality shattered me into pieces and god never existed.

E.noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3942648.post-79398567730579275732007-12-12T16:17:00.000Z2007-12-12T16:18:44.494Z

Years and years pass. Some feelings shrink. The others just grow in the direction we don't want.

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It was a misunderstanding that led me to this nonexistent word: Autopoetic. First, it was a bliss! I thought I had found the word I had been long looking for. In the next second, he corrected: He didn't say "autopoetic".True, he didn't say autopoetic, but still this didn't change the fact that I have found my word:Autopoetic is an attempt to give a meaning to our lives in a poetic way, in our own

E.noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3942648.post-15283560719174225472007-11-25T21:12:00.000Z2007-11-25T21:13:10.115Z

People hold each others' hands in two situations: When they are in love and when they are afraid. Today I can't decide which I am feeling.Will you just come and hold my hand? It's already getting too dark here...

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Long time no post. Sometimes I like to be enveloped by my silence. Sometimes silence has more meaning than all my words.

E.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3942648.post-29824337633099004952007-10-29T00:37:00.000Z2007-10-29T00:38:26.107Z

Started my new age very broken, but don't worry, I have a whole year to recover.

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She slept with many men to find the man she had lost once. One had his smile, the other had the same eye color and another had the same humor.No man and nothing brought him back.But all men and everything made her eternally sad.

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First I thought I would be liberated.Then I got scared I wouldn't get inspired.Now I know it wasn't for a while, it was for a life-time.

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If I could only "rewind" my life...I know I would repeat all mistakes again and be here where I am today. That's the way I am, I guess.

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No,it isn't you. Neither is it me.You and me were gone long time ago. Our existence vanished in this vast universe at once and what remained of us was our dreams.Can you believe that we never existed in this world, my love?It was just a midsummer dream.

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The tone of his voice was enchanting. Soft, calm and relaxing. We didn't talk much, but I wished we had done so. He could talk forever and I was willing to travel to the distant places his voice would take me.Can a voice of a stranger be so familiar?

E.noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3942648.post-84804102994612987012007-09-28T19:51:00.000+01:002007-09-28T19:53:54.135+01:00

I sometimes feel all the universe is against me. I sometimes feel I am the victim of a secret conspiracy. And today I feel the joke was on me.

E.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3942648.post-79270992846920366132007-09-24T22:17:00.000+01:002007-09-24T22:47:04.900+01:00

I saw that young beautiful man reading his book in English. I didn't want to disturb him, but I was curious to death just to be able to see the title of his book; The History of.... Unfortunately, I didn't have enough time to find it out, for it was time to get out. In the crowd, I could spot his direction easily. I walked behind his silhouette not noticing that I was walking in the wrong

E.noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3942648.post-17170161834733269112007-09-16T22:51:00.000+01:002007-09-16T22:54:03.686+01:00

If I gave up everything and turned back to you, would I be the same person you loved once?

E.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3942648.post-70484112081617846042007-09-09T22:46:00.000+01:002007-09-09T22:58:38.732+01:00

I didn't visit your grave last time I was in Istanbul. Your absence in my life has turned such a great presence in the core of my existence that it didn't make any sense to go to a cemetry. How could you be dead while you're here everyday in my thoughts?I know your body is rotting there among others, but these feelings held me back. I am still your little daughter, remember? At times, I get

E.noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3942648.post-86357788136983294312007-09-02T18:17:00.001+01:002007-09-02T18:30:05.617+01:00

I sometimes feel I am detached from life and realize how badly I misread it. All I do is to search for a substance for so-called, neatly created pains. Only the times I fail to find one, I feel happy in life. Why me, I would ask to myself. But today it is:Why not me?

E.noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3942648.post-16977716077108863712007-08-31T14:52:00.000+01:002007-08-30T15:29:55.585+01:00

The blue sky was there. She turned on her TV to watch some news. Desperation of an old man holding his little daughter's dead body stirred her feelings deeply. Shrank in his body, hunger of a child brought her tears. Grief of a woman standing next to her bombed house revolted her. She looked up to the sky from her window. A tiny reason for happiness, i.e. blue sky, was a luxury to the rest of the

E.noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3942648.post-50763719499746973542007-08-30T14:40:00.000+01:002007-08-30T14:52:11.440+01:00

The clear blue sky, bleaming sun was away from his concept of happiness.He demanded moreAnd he shrinked in his body more.In the end he was reduced to his unhappiness.One day, the wind blew and he flew.That's how he became aknew and he started all anew.

E.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3942648.post-13667693322191374422007-08-10T21:09:00.000+01:002007-08-10T21:11:32.398+01:00

I'll be away from my computer until the end of this month.

E.noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3942648.post-15464875807041048762007-07-23T20:52:00.001+01:002007-07-23T20:54:28.010+01:00

My skin is white, my soul is black and my thoughts are often blue.Your skin is black, your soul is white and your thoughts are lost and your eyes never smile.

E.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3942648.post-32586294796529415792007-07-22T23:58:00.000+01:002007-07-22T12:41:18.543+01:00

Your lies hurt more than the bitterest truth.Either tell me all or just seal your lips.In either case, I will be gone.

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She wanted to get some hearings, some news from him. But she didn't. It wasn't long after she found out that she was no longer in his life. She didn't know how to feel, just thought how easy it was to forget all. Suddenly, she realized something. It was easy to break up with them, but it wasn't easy to get rid of memories. That was the hardest of all.The man she was in love wasn't it him, but her

E.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3942648.post-23390771771596099412007-07-08T23:55:00.000+01:002007-07-09T00:18:56.549+01:00

He was a stranger. He was a stranger to these skies, to these faces, to all.His soul was aching. Inside he was suffering from these emotional tumors that noone could cure. The more richness his eyes witnessed, the sadder he got at heart. His life was nothing but flashbacks of poverty of his past life.His loneliness was stiffened by the fact that he was from a third world country. He passed

E.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3942648.post-23284539366589082782007-07-03T21:39:00.000+01:002007-07-03T21:46:47.296+01:00

I got on the train with the hope to read someone interesting. In my closest vicinity, I began to observe two young girls talking vehemently. All the necessary-unnecessary words were pouring from their mouths. Like rivers.I closed my eyes and traveled away from them. I was there. I wasn't there. The words took me here. Took me there. I didn't hear anything. Nor I read. I was at ease. It was my

E.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3942648.post-31393313569634964342007-06-28T10:32:00.000+01:002007-06-28T10:45:45.861+01:00

In the crowd of people's thoughts, I caught a glimpse of him. He was sitting four seats ahead, right across me. A beautiful young man at his mid-twenties drew my attention in an unknown way. The more I looked at him, the more I thought of me. I realized how long it has been since I asked myself what kind of men I liked most. Blond? Brunette? Tall? Short? I was surprised to find out that I

E.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3942648.post-84636580920398950212007-06-23T23:10:00.000+01:002007-06-23T23:13:35.519+01:00

Nobody heard you. Your words deafened me.Nobody saw you. Your sight blinded me.Nobody felt you. Your presence killed me.

E.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3942648.post-87992960280279844472007-06-08T23:55:00.000+01:002007-06-07T23:57:35.534+01:00

I'm heading to London, so in the following days I won't be around. Need some inspiration, need some fresh air. See you later!

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How sacred meanings I attached to his existence. He wasn't a saint and I wasn't an angel. And I know we both failed in this illusion business.I looked at his pictures again. I couldn't recognize him, as if he was a stranger and we've never met. Year by year, I was amazed to find out how I perfected him in my mind and how much I was willing to continue keeping this picture-in distance.

E.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3942648.post-80046269447279934612007-06-04T15:06:00.000+01:002007-06-03T15:19:05.752+01:00

Man: Everybody thinks you're strange!Me: I know. It's because they're so worried about others' lives and forget theirs (Pure reality). I am happy I am the strange one. Otherwise what would they talk about?

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When words cease to carry a meaning, the best remedy is silence, she thought. And this thought freed her mind from its chains and stopped her tears. Sank in silence she was happy. In these moments of silence carried her what she stopped doing long time ago: seeing the pictures of her present life in distance. She got lost among those pictures for hours and hours. One thing made her quite worried

E.noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3942648.post-14288031596785463692007-06-02T12:30:00.000+01:002007-06-02T12:32:04.773+01:00

Let alone being yourself, acting your unique self is so difficult in Portugal. You're given a mask, a new face as how they want to see you. You're given your role, if you don't act well, you're judged and labelled immediately: a misfit. Your reasons are not even considered. Because in this small country, you aren't supposed to question, but just bow your head and accept. Inside you resent,

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