Ben bir Martı olsam, uçsam denizlere.
Rüzgarlara açsam giderim sehere.
Her kanadımı çarpışta
Gülüm ninna ne na nay…
About
my own.
Search for content
I could not explain
You would not understand.
"God doesn’t give you the people you want, It gives you the people you need. To help you, to hurt you, to leave you, to love you and make you the person you were meant to be."
My keywords for 2012 were Courage, Opennes & Singularity.
For 2013, they are Balance, Determination & Sustainability.
Let’s see what they will bring to my life.
I wonder,
Do I love you?
or the Thought of you?
Slow, love.
Slow…
Only the weak are not lonely.
"Hello Traveler. How far you’ve come. How welcome you are. Rest now, warm yourself. You have a long way yet to go.There was a time when I, like you, was a Traveler. I sought others of my kind, just as You sought Me. Did you…find any others? No? Well, all the same, I am delighted to make your acquaintance. I’ve missed… speaking. You’ve heard the villagers speak of me? But it has been a long time since any of them came to speak with me. I still sing to them in winter. Did they tell you that? I sing, to remind them that all is not cold and dark. That fair spring will never fail to paint the white fields… green again. Now sleep. Tomorrow is another day for stories, journeys and songs. But tonight… the winds of winter howl outside my cave. Let my wing shelter you, traveler. And let my fire warm you through. Sleep now… As my brothers and sisters slumber under some far mountain. Tomorrow, perhaps, if the spring melts the streams and the trees glimmer like emeralds, You and I will go and find them… together."
~ Dammar the Dragon.
my father was not in the telephone book
in my city;
my father was not sleeping with my mother
at home;
my father did not care if I studied the
piano;
my father did not care what
I did;
and I thought my father was handsome and I loved him and I wondered
why
he left me alone so much,
so many years
in fact, but
my father made me what I am
a lonely woman
without a purpose, just as I was
a lonely child
without any father. I walked with words, words, and names,
names. Father was not
one of my words.
Father was not
one of my names.
- Diane Wakoski
‘The Father of My Country’
biz neler içtik,
neler yedik.
bak, hala burdayız.
"On the day we left, we burned down the family home and all the familiar things inside. Because some memories aren’t meant to leave traces."
~ Edward Elric
"I did not see you in the park. I heard some girl talking, in a very good English accent, rambling on about some Opera that lasts 5 hours. I thought I heard a similar story very recently, then I turned round and I saw the big hair, revealing below the moody intense glare, and was like ‘noooot agaiin! What is going wrong in my life for this to keep happening!’ I think it’s hilarious honest."
~ R.
