When you come home at night
Know that you are alone
If you hear a small cracking sound
When you push the light switch
Know that you are alone
If the sound of your heart doesn’t let you sleep
When you go to bed
Know that you are alone
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It is beautiful only when I go there with you.
When there is no one else in the hall,
Kissing you is the most beautiful thing.
This raki,
It is beautiful only when I’m drinking it with you.
Whoever is around,
The most beautiful thing is to kiss your mouth with raki.
This world, you see,
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Like I came to this world
Or sometimes too late
Like I loved you at this age
I am always late for hapiness
I always go to misery too soon
Either everything has already come to an end
Or nothing has started yet
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I am with your absence at this far-eastern night
Twenty five thousand kilometers between us
You live winter, I live summer
You are in one half of the world,
I am in the other half
Still, your absence does not leave my hand
You are even more ‘for me’
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I can’t beg, I can’t run
But leave your voice with me
I know you’ll break off
I can’t hold your hair
But leave your smell with me
I understand that you’ll leave
I am already ruined, I can’t collapse
But leave your color with me
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That is why I say at nights that I love..
There is no word unsaid either at night or during the day..
And I say what has already been said in new forms..
There is no form in the world not tried…
And I remain silent, hiding my love inside…
You hear how my silence screams, don’t you…
There are many declaring their love with silence, my love…
But there is no one who loves like I remain silent…
Textes poétiques
Aziz Nesin
I want to die before you. I want to die before you. Do you think that who passes later will find who's gone before? I don't think so. You'd better have me burned, and put me on the stove in your room in a jar.
but you open your umbrella when it rains…
You say that you love the sun,
but you find a shadow spot when the sun shines…
You say that you love the wind,
But you close your windows when wind blows…
This is why I am afraid;
You say that you love me too…
Poèmes
William Shakespeare
Thinking of you is pretty, hopeful, It is like listening to the most beautiful song