At my sea days
my dreams were after the waves
when did you cry and laughed
such as the mulberry tree in the garden
it’s branches in the Sun
how many times you were broken/remained offended/
did you draw the curtains of the mountains/
embraced the paths and the soil
took the children to the school

never be ashamed
you are not responsible from this bastard country.


Günsel Djemal Elüstün 29.03.2015