You don’t know me yet friend
What a weird glance you’ve got?
As winter nights grow
The number of the time
And the storms of clouds
Thrown from high towers
While hurling ashes in the air of the minute hand
We were happy in our simple lives
You came by my side and
Break the spell of the silent enchanted seat
Whereas it used to wrap around and take me to
My memories just like the
Example of a phaeton
Left with little infiltrate…
When I was most exhausted
Angry Goddess…
Your posture is strange, why is your arrogance…
Do you think you have created the seven hills?
I thought it was one serene evening
You’ve broken my wings foully
With what colour should I look at the sufferings
You’ve made me live
This was not one, but two ..../
This is not the knot of the real love…
Get your poisoned arrows and/go
Burn it with your own fire with the memories of us
Remove your tolerance onto the shelves of your temples
On your way take your disdain gaze with you
I don’t want your scent to stay on my pillow either where we used to put our heads together...
Hold your breath it’s not blowing warmly
Destroy the linen of your shoulders into the seas
My only wish is
Do not frighten the Fish…
My simple request is
They shouldn’t learn their glass hearts plunder
At the horizon’s treble red line no more sinking Ships.
Do not let children cry at all.

Attila Elüstün Istanbul 27/12/2010
Günsel Djemal London 27/12/2010