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August 12, 2007

I would ask of you my darling,
A question soft and low
That gives me many a heartache
As the moments come and go.
Your love I know is truthful,
But the truest love grows cold,
It is this that I would ask you:
Will you love me when I’m old?
Life’s morn will soon be waning,
And its evening bells be tolled,
But my heart shall know no sadness,
If you’ll love me when I am old.
Down the stream of life together
We are sailing side by side,
Hoping some bright day to anchor
Safe beyond the surging tide.
Today our sky is cloudless,
But the night clouds unfold:
But, though storms may gather around us,
Will you love me when I am old?
When my hair shall shade snow drift,
And more eyes shall dimmer grow
I would lean upon some loved one,
Though the valley as I go.
I would claim you a promise,
Worth to me a world of gold:
It is only this, my darling,
That you’ll love me when I’m old.

12:45 AM Aug 15 2007


Norfolk Island


August 11, 2007


Almost combined with the floor, wet haired, evil eyed
Crying since the tribes immigration
And without a stop
Melodies like burning of a cognac
plays, makes you play, makes you catch
Was a woman Istanbul, her name is secret in me

It rained to the city
I cried

Getting seperated while you love remained from Byzantium?
There was no lie in the eyes, only sound
The promises given was one, the swears said zero
The things gathered, the photos were ripped out from their places
a new love, which will erase the traces of love
ordered again

It rained to a city
I cried

Who put out much lies in tea glasses
Which of those bloody kisses were pillaged
And whose name it was lost on the vapors
How many hours it was taking from a love to another
Does cover of life can be taken?
Or all the vitamin of its was on the cover?

How it rained to the city
I cried

The most i took you while going
It was the moving of my mind which was really tiring the carriers
I had fallen from the beloved, my scars were a present from the beloved
I couldnt manage to love, maybe to be loved
I had domestic sorrows block to love

I cried a rain, rained to a city
I cried to the city, rain rained
I once cried, rain rained to the city


Yılmaz Erdoğan

August 11, 2007


I think of you
and I feel the scent of my mother
my mother, the most beautiful of all.

You are on the carousel of the festival inside me
you hover around, your skirt and your hair flying
Mere seconds between finding your beautiful face and losing it.

What is the reason,
why do I remember you like a wound on my heart
what is the reason that I hear your voice when you are so far
and I can't help getting up with excitement?

I kneel down and look at your hands
I want to touch your hands
but I can't
you are behind a glass.
Sweetheart, I am a bewildered spectator of the drama
that I am playing in my twilight.