at the horizon’s treble red line

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