List of “the attributed”s

Saturday. “To take with us” list for the next trip that has no return.

Mr. Plispit: Two wheels, his feet, his desire to walk and discover. Saddle, his comfort and taste of place to rest. Bars, his hands, grabbing the life from its windy hair. Pedals, his strength. His future. Attributed.

Junior Skull: Two small wheels, new and young, halfling’s soul. Saddle, with a drawing of a skull, a daring, a challenge thrown into all kinds of danger. Attributed.

Capello di Carnavale: A long witch hat, golden stars on black velvet, solitude, freedom, my adventure, my badness and wildness. Attributed.

To be continued…

 

Var mı ki yokluğun? 

​Beş, ama sabaha karşı beş, 

Bir şarkı göndermiş 

Bir dalga boyu bu aramızdaki, 

Kesintisiz bir koridor, bir hava kolonu

Aldığım nefes her neyden yoksunsa o an, bir sonraki nefesime katabileyim diye tamamlayıp eksiği gediği, gönderiveriyor  kuzeydeki şehrinden 

İnsan  böyle tamamlanınca aniden,

Gülümsemesi de oturunca yüzüne geniş ve kendiliğinden, 

Treniydi, uçağıydi, yoluydu, yolcusuydu balon gibi sönüyor, eriyor mumu zamanın. 

Sanki her verdiği solukta öpüyor, kokluyor,

Ve şehir sokaklarının ismi o geçtikçe birer birer “seni seviyorum”a dönüşüyor 

Yokluğu -ki varsa eğer yokluğu, çünkü havada, suda ve eşyadadır o – insan gibi insan olan bu kadın,

Bir tek o baktığında kadın, o öptüğünde  aşık kadın, o seviştiğinde  orospu ve hanım. 

Yalnızca o acıktığında   güzel benim baş belası mutfağım. 

Geographical Condemnations

You’re on the couch.

Sitting curved. The late summer breeze is turning into a wind. You close your eyes, feel the change how it gets stronger each minute.

You speak almost four languages, you’ve lived in several countries. You’re non religious. You’re not living on your sub-ID’s. You don’t have ideological and political obsessions. You’re a good mother. You’re not moody, not stressed, not depressed, not melancholic, not down, not bad, not furious, not a revolutionist but an evolutionist, you’re brave, you’re free.

Free?

You have skills, you have experience, you have courage to make a living at any place, in any culture. You can learn anything that comes up onto your way.

And you’re not free to go, not free to run, not free to start wherever you wish to start.

Because the geography you were born into is your ID, standing on top of your skills, on top of your languages, experience,  ambitions and your freedom. You’re free whenever your geography is free.

That’s it.

Now go to sleep, wake up in your village, make peace with your reality and wait…
Hands and legs tied.

Breathe held.

Heart paused.

Blood stucked.

Your CV never talks as much as your origins do. Your intentions and open mind never mean to mean as much as your nationality.

Close the world map.

Step back.

Sit back.

Curved.

On your couch.

His departure

He went.

It happens first time this way.

Can one feel closer when the other departs?

Yes she can, this time, at this moment, right now she can.

He went. Further in distance, closer in heart.

Some goodbyes make you smile.

Damn! He always makes me smile.

Ve tam bir yıl sonra

1 yıl önceki doğumgünümü anımsar mısın? 

Kabus gibiydi! Ve soluğu senin bahçende almış, ama çok geç bir saat olduğu için üst katta yanan ışığını görmeme rağmen kapıyı çalmak istememiştim. 

Bahçedeki limon ağacının altında duran o daracık banka yatıp uykuya dalmaya çalışmıştım. 

Sinirliydim, yorgundum, başkalarına olan öfkem sabahın ilk ışıklarıyla tam kendime dönerken uykuya dalmıştım.

Bir yıl geçti. 

O huzursuz geceye inat, bu yıl ,aynı gün en çok huzur bulduğum yer neresiyse oraya gittim.

Annemle babamın evindeki eski odamda, o koca yatağa gömüldüm ve mutlu bir uykuya daldım.

Bu yıl kendime “iyileşmeyi” hediye ettim…

A birthday letter

Yes my dear, now the roads are clear ahead of you to that hill so start climbing and reach the cloud 9.

Reach the heights that are not too high blurring your sight, and reach the heigts that are not too low to hide any part of this complete view from your sight. 

Reach the right altitude to have the right attitude. 

Do not ever lose your strength because it’s nothing yet you’ve gone through so far, 

Do not ever drop your courage down from the cliff because you cannot catch it back when it’s beneath your feet,

Do not spill your dreams around, you cannot collect them back when they hit the ground.

Walk slow and safe my dearest one, and remember we’ve been always proud.

The Gauge of Parental Life

Having a child is like installing a gauge paralleled to every decision and action of your life.

If you’re choosing the relatively right path, your gauge displays “all is good” indication on your life monitor. 

If you’re in between, weak or taking unpleasant steps, the gauge alarms you and indicates the level of how critical it is, it might happen to be.

Your child will reflect the consequences of all your decisions and intentions by immediate symptoms.

Gift of the nature …