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“Madrigals"

1
Like concentric ripples
over the water,
so in my heart
your words.

Like a bird that strikes
against the wind,
so on my lips
your kisses.

Like exposed fountains
opposing the evening,
so my dark eyes
over your flesh.

2
I am caught
in your circles,
concentric.

Like Saturn
I wear
the rings
of my dream.

I am not ruined by setting
nor do I rise myself.”
― Federico García Lorca

“You sit at the edge of the world,
I am in a crater that's no more.
Words without letters
Standing in the shadow of the door.

The moon shines down on a sleeping lizard,
Little fish rain from the sky.
Outside the window there are soldiers,
steeling themselves to die.

(Refrain)

Kafka sits in a chair by the shore,
Thinking for the pendulum that moves the world, it seems.
When your heart is closed,
The shadow of the unmoving Sphinx,
Becomes a knife that pierces your dreams.

The drowning girl's fingers
Search for the entrance stone, and more.
Lifting the hem of her azure dress,
She gazes --
at Kafka on the shore”
― Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

“yaşamım boyunca içimi kemirttiniz. evlenizle. okullarınızla. iş yerlerinizle. özel ya da resmi kuruluşlarınızla içimi kemirttiniz. ölmek istedim, dirilttiniz. yazı yazmak istedim, aç kalırsın, dediniz. aç kalmayı dendim, serum verdiniz. delirdim, kafama elektrik verdiniz.”
― Tezer Özlü, Yaşamın Ucuna Yolculuk

“I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)”
― Sylvia Plath