yatağında dururken aşk,kanadı kanar kuzgunların!

ağladım,

sonsuz ağladım,

kendime çok kızdım

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals

the power of your intense fragility:whose texture

compels me with the colour of its countries,

rendering death and forever with each breathing
(i do not know what it is about you that closesand opens;

only something in me understands

the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)

Tori Amos-"Sleeps With Butterflies"

an.

"ey bilene bilene tükenen bıçak!..bir şeyler yap,eskimeden gökyüzünün kutlu maviliği...."