April 2012
27 posts
“Find what you love and let it kill you.”
– Charles Bukowski
And if the breeze won’t blow your way, I...
a-yani sonrasında gelip “hayatımda şunları yaşayamadım, şu zevki tadamadım” deme sonra?
b-yani, ne bileyim; durduk yere salonun ortasına sıçmadım henüz.
Nights, almost endless I try to look back. But not too far, just enough to change, what I didn’t do. Lights, so many days will pass me by, come on and say what I never hear, what I never do. Mouth, tongue, I try to say, what I think is real, what I think will do. The change, that turned me out of this. Now I try to hold your hand but I fail. I try to say what I think is real, but I never do, no I...
