"It was fairly bright
In the library yesterday afternoon.
I could see you outside
Even though the glass was dirty.
You were playing with the other girls
But I knew you'd rather be here,
Reading with me.
Why fight it?
Our future is wrapped upIn these pages,
In these books.
I'll write the ending
Without regret."
foto,2006 ağustos'unda newyork'ta çekilmiş idi.herşeyden habersiz yabancı model (?) denize bakmakta idi.
all you can write can even not be the beginning.
YanıtlaSilWhat about your atelier? I wonder if there are some photos? But if there are, please do not send me cos I wish to have a peaceful sunday working day afternoon there, jobless and careless.. someday.. and a photo could ruin it all. better tell me about it. if it still exists. I hope it does. and you, too. somewhere..
what is right with you that makes me miss you so much? Lan!
I'll write again.not now.it's not the right time,somehow something says it.
YanıtlaSilbut the question is,who is it that I'm writing to now? inform me in someway.
(I'll write this to my page,too.if you're there,you'll see this)
this is the one who shares the same page with you in a book published in nineteennintynine.
YanıtlaSilI'm sure that you too don't like an unnecessary mystery as I don't.I liked your writing.So I wondered and wanted to know if this person -writing to me so pure and nice-,is just an old friend that found me by chance and wanted to write some words or an old friend who is trying to remind herself/himself in someways or trying to have some little fun or maybe someone who I never met.That's why I was back to your messages.Which one is you? Maybe none of them.
YanıtlaSilSo just give me your name if you don't mind and want me to know (or) remember you.
Niye ingilizce yazdığımı da bilmiyorum ya!her neyse..
English is a disguise.. there is something silly in writing to someone that is a native speaker of the same language with you, but still.. who can deny the the sense of freedom and the sense of dont know what in this way. the freedom of thought, freedom of something that is may be already free, or some time that is already passed away.. maybe this is a one that lost love in nineteenninetynine and shared the sama page with you the same day. fuck the mystery, but the question is: in how many books were you involved in nineteenninetynine? in that book, only one girl is dead. and in my life, lots of them.. but I can assure you that I lack a certain level of IQ. I lack many nice things.. some are born fine, grew up fine, had fun, had perfect stories, had self-confidence and resistance to inner-based questions.. some are born nice, some are born lucky, and some are born with lapful of answers..
YanıtlaSiland some are born at dusk.. when the time is not the day nor the night, when nothing is settled and peaceful..
the boy cries.. doctor cuts the connection. and the boy cant answer nothing, no more.
some are born into answers, other into the questions.. show me one guy happy with his constant questions..
Do you have to know everything is another question by the way.. Do you need to know who you are talking to? I mean whay cant we just cry and put our heads on a stranger's shoulder, and leave without looking at the face?
let me tell you that you shuldn't miss the basic point:I don't want and have to know everything.At least,my intention is not that.
YanıtlaSilI would just wish you being more clear and plain throughout this talk or whatever it is.But it actually does not matter anymore.
I assure you that you'll have no other questions from me.Cause I have none.
I never forget about the past years,they made and created me.Like you, I lost and win many things,many words,many people.This circulation of life is a little bit tragic and surprising.But tell me,is it necessary to talk about them? Even in a place like this,I mean so open to everyone?..I think not.
Independent of who you are -that I'm no more interested- if you like to keep on reading my new&old writings,you can do it.But nothing more will come from me over you.I hope you don't blame me,but this looks a little bit nonsense.
Puhh,anyway,as I said above,you can go on reading me from my writings,if you want.Even maybe you comment them..
And by the way,wanted to write this down somehow:
"...Can you picture what will be
So limitless and free
Desperately in need of some stranger's hand
In a desperate land"