Sıcak havalarda içmek de keyifli aslında, hani soğuk bardak, şişe, kutu falan da benimle birlikte terliyo ya, insan var gibi oluyo karşımda. Yaz aylarının bi bu yönünü seviyom galiba, evet...
aslında kendi bloguma koymalıydım bunu belki... ama canım bişey yapmak istemedi.. çok şeyden sıkıldım aynı anda... çok zamandır bişey yazasım gelmedi.. delirmek ne demek... ben hiç delirmedim ki... yazmaya başladım.. yazarken sıkıldım... devamını bir gün getiririm belki.. getirmem belki... al bu da burada olsun...
This is what I last did? Here it?s the last..that?s going to be?
Was it just before the youth had gone? Do you remember exactly when.. recall how they all gathered and went?. Can you?
Will you open another bottle.. Make it slide.. be a part of you again.. is there stil any space in you? if so, fill yourself with it? so that you can forget? Isn?t it what you?re living for.. ?to forget?? sometimes?.in the middle of the night..just like a sudden ring to bother you and wake you up ? you find yourself sitting in your bed.. thinking something familiar? you feel your face in your hands.. your own hands.. not somebody else?s hands?.engaged in what is lived and tasted.. you feel your brain having some kind of ache.. no.. this is not a headache? it?s like your mind?s choking in your own tears?
Even if you wash your face..they won?t go away?
Walking slowly.. like a ghost ? Heading towards the kitchen.. or better the kitchen balcony? could be a bit of cold at this time of the year.. but who cares about the cold anyway?just look to the sky.. you haven?t seen it ?black? for a long time?the lights outside..the lights of the happy people in their homes? can you find out what is missing in your own life?
Take a chair? Gonna be a long night? And you stil haven?t opened a bottle yet
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sırtına peçete koy babası..terini alır..
aslında kendi bloguma koymalıydım bunu belki... ama canım bişey yapmak istemedi.. çok şeyden sıkıldım aynı anda... çok zamandır bişey yazasım gelmedi.. delirmek ne demek... ben hiç delirmedim ki... yazmaya başladım.. yazarken sıkıldım... devamını bir gün getiririm belki.. getirmem belki...
al bu da burada olsun...
This is what I last did?
Here it?s the last..that?s going to be?
Was it just before the youth had gone? Do you remember exactly when.. recall how they all gathered and went?.
Can you?
Will you open another bottle..
Make it slide.. be a part of you again.. is there stil any space in you? if so, fill yourself with it? so that you can forget?
Isn?t it what you?re living for.. ?to forget?? sometimes?.in the middle of the night..just like a sudden ring to bother you and wake you up ? you find yourself sitting in your bed.. thinking something familiar? you feel your face in your hands.. your own hands.. not somebody else?s hands?.engaged in what is lived and tasted.. you feel your brain having some kind of ache.. no.. this is not a headache? it?s like your mind?s choking in your own tears?
Even if you wash your face..they won?t go away?
Walking slowly.. like a ghost ?
Heading towards the kitchen.. or better the kitchen balcony? could be a bit of cold at this time of the year.. but who cares about the cold anyway?just look to the sky.. you haven?t seen it ?black? for a long time?the lights outside..the lights of the happy people in their homes? can you find out what is missing in your own life?
Take a chair?
Gonna be a long night?
And you stil haven?t opened a bottle yet
güzel...
şişe konusuna gelince,daha uzuun bi süre açmayacam :)
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