Sei la mia schiavitù sei la mia libertà Sei la mia carne che brucia come la nuda carne delle notti d’estate Sei la mia patria Tu, coi riflessi verdi dei tuoi occhi Tu, alta e vittoriosa Sei la mia nostalgia di saperti inaccessibile Nel momento st...
MEMED'E SON MEKTUBUMDUR ... Ölmekten, oğlum korkmuyorum, ama ne de olsa iş arasında bazan, irkilip ansızın, yahut yalnızlığında uyku öncesinin günleri saymak biraz zor. Dünyaya doymak olmuyor, Memet doymak olmuyor... Dünyada kiracı gib...
I know you can't wash in the same river even once I know the river will bring new lights that you will not see I know we live slightly longer than a horse and not nearly as long as a crow I know this has troubled people before and will trouble those ...
However and wherever we are, we must live as if we will never die.
Books must be wind and pull the curtains.
On Living Living is no laughing matter: You must take it seriously. So much so and to such a degree that, for example, your hands tied behind your back, your back to the wall or else in a laboratory in your white coat and safety glasses, you can die ...
… and the most beautiful words ever spoken, I have not yet said to you.
Separation isn’t time or distance it’s the bridge between us finer than silk thread sharper than swords
Living is no laughing matter: you must live with great seriousness like a squirrel for example - I mean without looking for something beyond and above living, I mean living must be your whole occupation.
And don't forget, a prisoner's wife must always think good thoughts.
