didasei

Blood is not metallic
          It’s salty and stale
          It’s your blood, it’s your country
          I don’t care who you envy

“And suddenly, the city fell asleep, silent. I thought, if anyone tries to stop me, I could tell them I am an escape artist.”

black is the sea but deeper is the ocean
          there’s more salt on my paper
          than all the wounds of a sailor

Hate this but I’ll love you

“Tell me blood didn’t taste like honey.”

The tap has been running endlessly
          For eighteen years in total, maybe even twenty
          (Did you love me when I was created or you?)
          The water from the river was running for you

9 değil 29.

“Can evime kuruldun, hem de ne kadar güçlü;
          Bence dünyada senden başka her varlık ölü.”

“Not that I’m a seer but I can predict how this country will turn out. And I’m not speaking of drought or famine or war. But they will cause it, and they will experience the opposite to drastic, deadly levels.”
          
          Just a little prophecy.

“I do love nothing in the world so well as you. Is not that strange?”
          
          “Isn’t strange that you’re not here with me?”