I come and stand at every door

Do you think that who passes laterwill find who’s gone before?I don’t think so.You’d better have me burned,and put me on the stove in your roomin a jar.The jar shall be made of glass,transparent, white glassso that you can see me inside…You see my sacrifice:I renounced from being part of the earth,I renounced from being…

And if you ask the earth, it will say:‘It’s not worth mentioning,a microscopic time.’And if you ask me, I will say:‘It’s ten years of my life.’I had a pencilthe year I came to jail.It wore out in a week from writing.And if you ask the pencil, it will say:‘A whole life.’And if you ask me,…

Like waking up at night with high feverand drinking water, with the tap in my mouthLike unwrapping the heavy box from the postmanwith no clue what it isfluttering, happy, doubtfulI love youlike flying over the sea in a plane for the first timeLike something moves inside mewhen it gets dark softly in IstanbulI love youLike…

I don’t want to anyway.I have a headache, my knees are full of scarsI am in mud all aroundI struggle to walk towards your hesitant light.

You are my countryYou are the green silks in hazel eyesYou are big, beautiful and triumphantAnd you are my sorrow that isn’t feltthe more I feel it.

drops of water.In each drop existsa tiny signof our geniuswhich has given life to cold iron.Our eyesare limpiddrops of watermerged absolutely in the Oceanthat you could hardly recognizethe drop in a block of icein a boiling pan.The masterpiece of these eyesthe fulfillment of their geniusthe living iron.In these eyesfilled with limpidpure tearshad failed to emergefrom…