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Çocuksu Aykırılık

Ulu dereler akar vicdana
Kör topal eylerse yüreği sevda
Çorak toprağın alnından öper kızlar
Gözlerine çocuklar dolar, ağlar şehirler
Ve salkım söğüt tuba bahçelerine yüz sürer

Beni Aldattın

Beni aldattın
Sattın yüreğimi üç kuruşluk faniliğe
Ellerimi yangınlara
Yüreğimi hazanlara bıraktın
Mevsimsiz umutlar düşledim
Heybeme doldurdum eskimişliğini
Gözlerinin…

İnce İsyanım

Hoyrat bir rüzgâr eser
Saçların düşer mahpushane duvarlarına
Gölgeler ağlatır toprağın nedametini
Yapayalnız bırakır bedeni
Güle kanan, ince isyanım…

İnliyor gece, ayıklanmış günahıyla

My Mom's Day

My Mom’s Day

Always nagging
With a splitting headache
My mom complains about her life
About her constant backache
About her demoded outfits
About my dad’s financial fits

taşlama

hikayeni tarih denen yargıca ver
seni tarfsızlığına gömsün dilinin
bir vicdan güruhu kursağında birinin
seni defterine sarsın kalem kıran elinin
niyetini ölçecek bir alet yapmadılar hala

OLLI AND THE BEAR

I will tell you the story of Olli and the Bear. Olli lived in a country where there were great forests an much snow. For seven monts in the year everything was covered with snow.

Northern Man

Northern Man

Northern man
I heard you the other day
I heard your sexy voice
I heard the romance in your dance
Northern man
In your pony tail I heard the nature

No

NO

No kiss
No miss
No whizz
No quizz
I'm not in your lover list
No muse
No fuse
I'm not your poet
"...that through the green fuse drives the flower"(*)

Norse Lullaby

The sky is dark and the hills are white
As the storm-king speeds from the north to-night;
And this is the song the storm-king sings,
As over the world his cloak he flings:

No Loathsomnesse in love

What I fancy, I approve,
No Dislike there is in love:
Be my Mistresse short or tall,
And distorted there-withall:
Be she likewise one of those,
That an Acre hath of Nose:

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