Gök yüzünü çevir bana

bende bulduğun benim de aradığımdı
sarmaşıp inceldiğimiz o nokta
hadi tut elimden gezdir sokaklarını
ansızın yakalan sağnağıma

akşam kendini karartırken geliyorsun
komşular kimbilir ne diyor
günü soyunup beni giyiniyorsun
parmakların ışıkları dinlendiriyor

gök yüzünü çevir bana
gezinsin tutkunun alevden dili
uçarken çıkardığın o ses var ya
bütün sözcüklerin özeti gibi

tanrı bu geceyi korusun

E.E.

Bu aşk burada biter ve ben çekip giderim
Yüreğimde bir çocuk cebimde bir revolver
Bu aşk burada biter iyi günler sevgilim
Ve ben çekip giderim bir nehir akıp gider

Bir hatıradır şimdi dalgın uyuyan şehir
Solarken albümlerde çocuklar ve askerler
Yüzün bir kır çeçeği gibi usulca söner
Uyku ve unutkanlık gittikçe derinleşir

Yan yana uzanırdık ve ıslaktı çimenler
Ne kadar güzeldin sen! nasıl eşsiz bir yazdı!
Bunu anlattılar hep, yani yiten bir aşkı
Geçerek bu dünyadan bütün ölü şairler

Bu aşk burada biter ve ben çekip giderim
Yüreğimde bir çocuk cebimde bir revolver
Bu aşk burada biter iyi günler sevgilim
Ve ben çekip giderim bir nehir akıp gider

1965
Ataol BEHRAMOĞLU 

Huzurlu mutluluğumu seninle paylaşıyorum okur

Yaşamın türlü türlü yollarını yürürken karşımıza yeni yeni yoldaşlar/refikler çıkar. Her biri bize birşeyler öğretir. İşte o refiklerden birinin bana yazdığı satırları seninle de paylaşmak istedim değerli okurum; paylaşmak çoğalmaktır.

"İyiki dogdun Yoldas!! Hayatla aramızdaki sevgi ve mutluluk bağı hep boyle tarif edilemez düzeyde olsun. Etrafına sactigin ışık, her anlamda güzelliğin, zarif gücün ve inancına yeni yasında da bizleri büyülemeye devam etsin. İyiki varsın ve iyiki seni tanıdım. Yeni Yasin dönüm noktan olsun istediğin her türlü dönüşüm ve güzellik icin. Seni seviyorum. Yoldaşın..."

ve işte bir tane daha:

"Bugünün sıradan bir gün olmadığını sezmiştim zaten Bir yığın tatlı tesadüfler serisi Seni pek değerli bir armağan olarak sunmuş bu gezegene yıllar önce Doğmuş olman sevindirici Nice sıhhatli senelere..."

vee işte bi tane daha:

" Çağırırsız ansızın yürekten / Gelir kanda olsa iki el / Vageçmeyiz kızkardeşlikten / İyi ki varsın, ne mutlu bize / Nice Senelereee, iyi ki doğdun :)) SS Giller"

Sizler de iyi ki varsınız! 

Fear builds these walls

We're just two lost souls
Swimmin' in a fish bowl
Year after year
Running over the same old ground
What have we found?
The same old fears

As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, “who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and fabulous?” Actually who are you not to be?

YOU ARE A CHILD OF GOD. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won’t feel insecure around you. We were born to manifest the glory that is within us. And as we let our light shine we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our
presence automatically liberates others.
— Marianne Williamson
(Nelson Mandela used this passage in his 1994 Inaugural Speech.)

I look at you; I don't see an intelligent, confident man; I see a cocky, scared shitless kid. But you're a genius, Will. No one denies that. No one could possibly understand the depths of you. But you presume to know everything about me because you saw a painting of mine and you ripped my fuckin' life apart

Will: So what's this? A Taster's Choice moment between guys? This is really nice. You got a thing for swans? Is this like a fetish? It's something, like, maybe we need to devote some time to?
Sean: I thought about what you said to me the other day, about my painting. Stayed up half the night thinking about it. Something occurred to me and I fell into a deep, peaceful sleep and haven't thought about you since. You know what occurred to me?
Will: No.
Sean: You're just a kid. You don't have the faintest idea what you're talking about.
Will: Why, thank you.
Sean: It's all right. You've never been out of Boston.
Will: Nope.
Sean: So if I asked you about art you’d probably give me the skinny on every art book ever written...Michelangelo? (beat) You know a lot about him. Life's work, political aspirations, him and the pope, sexual orientation, the whole works, right? But I bet you can't tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You've never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling. Seen that.....If I asked you about women you'd probably give me a syllabus of your personal favorites. You may have even been laid a few times. But you can't tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman and feel truly happy. You're a tough kid. I ask you about war, and you'd probably--uh--throw Shakespeare at me, right? "Once more into the breach, dear friends." But you've never been near one. You've never held your best friend's head in your lap and watched him gasp his last breath, looking to you for help. And if I asked you about love y'probably quote me a sonnet. But you've never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable. Known someone could level you with her eyes. Feeling like! God put an angel on earth just for you...who could rescue you from the depths of hell. And you wouldn't know what it’s like to be her angel and to have that love for her to be there forever. Through anything. Through cancer. You wouldn't know about sleeping sittin’ up in a hospital room for two months holding her hand because the doctors could see in your eyes that the term visiting hours don't apply to you. You don't know about real loss, because that only occurs when you love something more than you love yourself. I doubt you've ever dared to love anybody that much. I look at you; I don't see an intelligent, confident man; I see a cocky, scared shitless kid. But you're a genius, Will. No one denies that. No one could possibly understand the depths of you. But you presume to know everything about me because you saw a painting of mine and you ripped my fuckin' life apart. You're an orphan right? (Will nods) Do you think I'd know the first thing about how hard ! your life has been, how you feel, who you are because I read Oliver Twist? Does that encapsulate you? Personally, I don't give a shit about all that, because you know what? I can't learn anything from you I can't read in some fuckin' book. Unless you wanna talk about you, who you are. And I'm fascinated. I'm in. But you don't wanna do that, do you, sport? You're terrified of what you might say. Your move, chief. (Sean stands and walks away.)

Live & let live !

Yaşa ve yaşat! Bunu slogan edindim yıllardır kendime... Yollara düştüğümde de kesişim noktalarında aydınlık insanlar çıktı karşıma. İşte onlardan biri; Alper Dalkılıç. One life, live it!

Azmi ve aydınlık ruhuyla hepimiz için koşuyor! Hayallerimizin peşinden koşarken bu güzel desteği paylaşmak umut ve mutluluk veriyor.

Teşekkürler Alper!

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