Weeping Women (This poem has been dedicated to the women and girls who were raped in Cyprus in 1974)

to my Dreams weeping women would come drawn in black and white pencil the bullet sounds were mixing with the sirens crying door being convicted as the contrary prisoners women, mothers and the girls ... They undo their bows as undoing blushes villages, towns and the cities the rapists takes the *yüz görümlülüğü I am ashamed sentenced to contrary I draw jasmine to the streets jasmines I'm the rebellious poet of the childlike love I've always drew pictures of women in my dreams I can not comfort / iron gates and steel walls my hands were badly smell I gathered with my palms handfull of red you iron gate ruined walls and barricades If you have had put handcuffs on my hands / already I quit from drawing to the came and gone all the God's and all the Army I spit the remaining stain you would hide transcripts to your books footnotes you were in disguise behind the green clothing Aphrodite who was born with foams feels cold at Paphos's one untimely street ending jasmine laments let the courts take you on familiar stands your damn things should be tried Let us return to our childhood whistles and gather jasmines of off our walls do not volley foam blues within us Aphrodite promise I'll not draw pictures of crying women. Günsel Djemal Elüstün 17/12/2014 *yüz görümlülüğü" literally "seeing the face"