Monthly Archives: March 2006

Storks, How many roads most a man walk down Before you call him a man ?

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Blowin’ In The Wind

How many roads most a man walk down
Before you call him a man ?
How many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand ?
Yes, how many times must the cannon balls fly
Before they’re forever banned ?
The answer my friend is blowin’ in the wind
The answer is blowin’ in the wind.

Yes, how many years can a mountain exist
Before it’s washed to the sea ?
Yes, how many years can some people exist
Before they’re allowed to be free ?
Yes, how many times can a man turn his head
Pretending he just doesn’t see ?
The answer my friend is blowin’ in the wind
The answer is blowin’ in the wind.

Yes, how many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky ?
Yes, how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry ?
Yes, how many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died ?
The answer my friend is blowin’ in the wind
The answer is blowin’ in the wind.

Bob Dylan

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Storks , The night and the day, the planets

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We encountered the house of realization,

We encountered the house of realization,
we witnessed the body.

The whirling skies, the many-layered earth,
the seventy-thousand veils,
we found in the body.

The night and the day, the planets,
the words inscribed on the Holy Tablets,
the hill that Moses climbed, the Temple,
and Israfil’s trumpet, we observed in the body.

Torah, Psalms, Gospel, Quran –
what these books have to say,
we found in the body.

Everybody says these words of Yunus
are true. Truth is wherever you want it.
We found it all within the body.
Yunus Emre

from The Drop That Became the Sea: Lyric Poems of Yunus Emre, Translated by Kabir Helminski / Translated by Refik Algan

Storks , Night and day the lover’s tears never end

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The lover is outcast and idle

My soul,
the way of the masters
is thinner than the thinnest.
What blocked Solomon’s way was an ant.

Night and day the lover’s
tears never end,
tears of blood,
remembering the Beloved.

“The lover is outcast and idle,”
they used to tell me.
It’s true.
It happened to me.

I tried to make sense of the Four Books,
until love arrived,
and it all became a single syllable.

You who claim to be dervishes
and to never do what God forbids –
the only time you’re free of sin
is when you’re in His hands.

Two people wer talking.
One said, “I wish I could see this Yunus.”
“I’ve seen him,” the other says,
“He’s just another old lover.”

Yunus Emre

from The Drop That Became the Sea: Lyric Poems of Yunus Emre, Translated by Kabir Helminski / Translated by Refik Algan

Kasimpasa streets, Just a boy and a little girl trying to change the whole wide world


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Isolation

People say we got it made don’t they know we’re so afriad
we’re afraid to be alone, everbody got to have a home
Isolation

Just a boy and a little girl
trying to change the whole wide world
Isolation

All the world is a little town
everybody trying to put us down
Isolation

I don’t expect you to understand
after you caused so much pain
But the again you’re not to blame
your just a human, a victim of the insane

We’re afrain of everyone, afraid of the sun
Isolation

The Sun will never disappear
but the world my not have many years
Isolation

John Lennon

tomorrow for sure you’ll be called again for red tulips

red tulips, istanbul tulip festival, istanbul, pentax k10d

red tulips, istanbul tulip festival, istanbul, pentax k10d

My dear friend

My dear friend
never lose hope
when the beloved
sends you away

if you’re abandoned
if you’re left hopeless
tomorrow for sure
you’ll be called again

if the door is shut
right in your face
keep waiting with patience
don’t leave right away

Mevlana

This rain, this beastly September rain

yellow tulips and red tulips from istanbul tulip festival, pentax k10d

yellow tulips and red tulips from istanbul tulip festival, pentax k10d

AUTUMN MELODY

Lycée girls were crossing the avenue
The book of civil law I gently closed tight
It was about an exam, money, a label
I lit a cigarette out of spite.

For example, I said, this world
Spins and spins in a void
This rain, this beastly September rain
Drives a fellow completely insane
Ok, but people, people
What notion do they serve

I thought and thought touched to the heart

Seconds, moments, hours and soon
The days flow like water, my brother
On one hand the text-book, my heart on the other
I didn’t know what to do

Ataol Behramoglu
Translation by Walter Andrews

taken by Pentax K10D, at Istanbul

Storks, I Don`t Want To Be A Soldier

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I Don`t Want To Be A Soldier

well, i don’t wanna be a
soldier mama, i don’t wanna
die
well, i don’t wanna be a
sailor mama, i don’t wanna
fly
well, i don’t wanna be a
failure mama, i don’t wanna
cry
well, i don’t wanna be a
soldier mama, i don’t wanna
die
oh no oh no oh no oh no
well, i don’t wanna be a
rich man mama, i don’t wanna
cry
well, i don’t wanna be a
poor man mama, i don’t wanna
fly
well, i don’t wanna be a
lawyer mama, i don’t wanna
lie
well, i don’t wanna be a
soldier mama, i don’t wanna
die
oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no
oh no
well, i don’t wanna be a
beggar mama, i don’t wanna
die
well, i don’t wanna be a
thief now mama, i don’t wanna
fly
well, i don’t wanna be a
churchman mama, i don’t wanna
cry
well, i don’t wanna be a
soldier mama, i don’t wanna
die
oh no oh no oh no oh no

John Lennon

Kasimpasa streets


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My fingerprints were missing When I wiped away the jam

purple tulips, istanbul tulip festival, istanbul, pentax k10d

purple tulips, istanbul tulip festival, istanbul, pentax k10d

Fingerprints

I touched you once too often
Now I don’t know who I am
My fingerprints were missing
When I wiped away the jam
Yes I called my fingerprints all night
But they don’t seem to care
The last time that I saw them
They were leafing through your hair

Fingerprints, fingerprints
Where are you now my fingerprints?

Yeah I thought I’d leave this morning
So I emptied out your drawer
A hundred thousand fingerprints
They floated to the floor

You know you hardly stopped to pick them up
You don’t care what you lose
Ah you don’t even seem to know
Whose fingerprints are whose

Fingerprints, fingerprints
Where are you now my fingerprints?

And now you want to marry me
You want to take me down the aisle
You want to throw confetti fingerprints
You know that’s not my style

O sure I’d like to marry you
But I can’t face the dawn
With any girl who knew me
When my fingerprints were on

Fingerprints, fingerprints
Where are you now my fingerprints?

Fingerprints, oh fingerprints
Where are you now my fingerprints?

Leonard Cohen

I sang my songs, I told my lies with my purple tulip

purple tulip, istanbul tulip festival, istanbul, pentax k10d

purple tulip, istanbul tulip festival, istanbul, pentax k10d

Leaving Green Sleeves

Alas, my love, you did me wrong,
to cast me out discourteously,
for I have loved you so long,
delighting in your very company.
Now if you intend to show me disdain,
don’t you know it all the more enraptures me,
for even so I still remain your lover in captivity.
Green sleeves, you’re all alone,
the leaves have fallen, the men have gone.
Green sleeves, there’s no one home,
not even the Lady Green Sleeves

I sang my songs, I told my lies,
to lie between your matchless thighs.
And ain’t it fine, ain’t it wild
to finally end our exercise
Then I saw you naked in the early dawn,
oh, I hoped you would be someone new.
I reached for you but you were gone,
so lady I’m going too.

Green sleeves, you’re all alone …

Green sleeves, you’re all alone,
the leaves have fallen, the men have all gone home.
Green sleeves, it’s so easily done,
leaving the Lady Green Sleeves.

Leonard Cohen