Asit kafası

Bozkırda
Mor bulutlardan yağan
Bir asitti köksüzlük.

Yollarda kaybedilenlerin ve
Cevap ararken yitirilenlerin yerine
İstenmeyen yanıtları ve
Yeni soruları koyma haliydi.

Asitle eriyordu herşey.

A-sittir. 

var

....

'herkes bir inancın peşinde
herkes militan
herkes fedai
öyle değiştirdik ki dünyayı
uyanık
akıllı
dürüst
enayi

....

birer birer yeniliyorduk
önce adalet
sonra güzellik

....

ama aşk var.'

Sputnik sweetheart

"... And it came to me then. That we were wonderful traveling companions but in the end no more than lonely lumps of metal in their own separate orbits. From far off they look like beautiful shooting stars, but in reality they are nothing more than prisons, where each of us is locked up alone, going nowhere.When the orbits of these two satellites of ours happened to cross paths, we could be together. Maybe even open our hearts to each other. But that was only for the briefest moment. In the next instant we'd be in absolute solitude. Until we burned up and became nothing."

"In the world we live in, what we know and what we don't know are like Siamese twins, inseparable, existing in a state of confusion.

Confusion, confusion.

Who can really distinguish between the sea and what's reflected in it? Or tell the difference between the falling rain and loneliness?