THE VOICE OF WHO LIVE FOR DEATH AND WHO DIE FOR LIFE
Turkey
July 23, 2008
I WISH TO BE IN CRYING CHINA
I wish
To be the handkerchief of crying eyes
To be the catcher of arms which beg for the rescue
To be the medicine to the bloody sores
To be the light of ending hopes I wishTo be the shoulder to the Chinese who cries after a funeral
To be the guide to the man looks for his lost relatives
To be the bandage to the survivor
And also I wish to show to all Human beings
To show and to make them seeing that
It does not matter in fact
Even if we are German, Turkish , Chinese or anybody
Even if we haven’t got slanting eyes
Each of us have hitting hearts
And each of us stay foible
When we met with disasters and
When we met with deathAnd also I wish to give the answer
The answer of the question: “Is this the world or anywhere else?”
And say : In fact this is the real world
The world of disasters and miracles
And by this nodding
Tasting the delicious happiness
The happiness of surviving despite whole disasters
Yes, that happiness is the real one
The secret of happiness passes from the road of converting a bog into a forest
CRYING CHINA,
Please DON’T CRY
Never forget this Turkish saying:
“Black clouds are not always the signal of snowy days”
Yes,this is the truth
Sun will also shine on China one day
And who can guess
Perhaps that day is sooner than today…
Berrin Sevil Kazancı
TURKEY
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July 21, 2008
WE ARE NOT SO DIFFERENT
Our love to our slips isn’t the same
Our need to love or to be loved isn’t the same
The desire of a partner to share the life ,isn’t the same
A little smile doesn’t warm both our and everyone’s heart in the same manner
Don’t we live in ambiances where there are bads such as goods and goods such as bads as well ,
Our obligation to tolerate each other ,isn’t the same
Even though we do not speak the same language, the content of our love speeches and curses isn’t the same
The satire to us ,when we say the truth which correspondes to profits, isn’t the same,
Or , the acclamation to us , when we say the false which suits to profits, isn’t the same
Our fraility on saying lies, making rumours,
And our incentive struggle against our “selves” during resisting to them isn’t the same,
Our impatience to hunger, to cold , to misery , to unhappiness isn’t the same
Our expectation on being evaluated and on being thanked isn’t the same
Our envies, ambitions , angers aren’t the same
Our impatiance to injustice , to hopelessness isn’t the same
In spite of our whole hopelessness , our rush behind the hope isn’t the same
Don’t we shed the same tears , when something or someone hurts us or our heart
Don’t we live in a world which is essentially so small , even we suppose so giant is it
Don’t we breath the same air and don’t we set foot on the same earth
When we either fight or make peace , the claim such as “ we did this for surviving” isn’t the same
Don’t whole of us – even the most realists – wait innerly for a “Favour Angel” like a little child,
Don’t we wait the object lessons , when we stay helpless under the bulk of injustice
Don’t we need to the deep presence of a Creator with the same manner
Don’t we believe in the same Creator, if we are Christian, Jewish or Muslim;
Even if we believe in different Creators
Or ,
Even if we continue insisting the absence of a Creator,
And also,
Even if we live different destinies,
Moreover
Even if we don’t believe “destiny”
Don’t we share the same destiny: “DEATH”
Because we are HUMAN BEINGS,
Our Foible is to the SAME THING…
By Berrin Sevil KAZANCI
: The Human Being, The Servant