Gunsel DJEMAL

(Dedicated to a special friend Shqiponja Duro and to my loved ones-It’s true that we make friends and make happy company with songs and poems) I’ve landed to a very humble place on the roads I

Type: Music/arts - Listening Party Date: Tuesday, 27 April 2010 Time: 19:00 - 23:00 Location: 3 Blind Mice Street: 5 Ravey Street Town/City: London, United Kingdom View map

The door of Hotel Ferari closed the roads of Tirana moist two people are walking on the Don Bosko Street Albanian pavement they are weepy too one is craving for fish and wine the other for

The stars will blanket on our lips there are spies behind the mountains they will not catch-up with our speed. ...that was one thousand and one strike! Poem by: Attila Elustun Istanbul

This morning beloved my womb has torn the sky because...I love you. Gunsel Djemal 8/3/2010

inside his fears faceless faces his pen can not draw he has less teeth than a tiger/ and his voice is higher than his \"love is everyone else\'s surrender\"/ but it\'s his without tasting

Poetry Society Annual Lecture Date: Tuesday, 11 May 2010 Time: 19:00 - 20:30 Location: with Les Murray Town/City: London, United Kingdom Description Les Murray will

February Sun pushing the shutters very hard to enter inside basket full of unanswered letters lying on the floor ton\'s of empty booze bottles in his room... some say at Z. Road lives

Host: The Poetry Society Type: Music/arts - Exhibit Network: Global Start Time: Thursday, 11 February 2010 at 09:00 End Time: Sunday, 14 February 2010 at 00:00 Location: St Pancras

Come to the window/in the sweetness of the night timbre is beating the sea listen, your roaring heart is tearing the stones of my sea withdraw/make love come back from the peaks of the

the words are flying one by one how complicated black and hazy Istanbul carcass smell in the air... Crow’s are walking about with their hungry screams... I am looking everywhere is

wet lips smell of booze love lights in thy eyes... burning with passion ...when I die your lips should kiss/ my eye lids. Günsel Djemal 19.1.2010 Bromley Road-London

To be able to seek refuge to your harbour and to rain on your shores soaking to the skin to be deceived by your eyes sip by sip and to die afterwards but to resist to die to this cursed

This morning I thought it was my last breath when I slide on black-ice flying without wings body becomes light then you hit the ground there were no tears to shed my heart bled... Oh my

was I shivering I was... I decided to search for my star... Oh no! it is dividing and multiplying and falling onto my front and back yard offended foxes\' are in hide my plane tree dressed in

My wake ups, lift offs my runs, my laden days all gone before me as I remember I smile... my hearties, my daughters If you knew how proud I am... you were tiny when came into my world and

darling/ glances from heartland no longer look with sorrow/ behind the glass Daemons are cunning and are passing by in front of us raise us to the heaven or glance a little bit longer with

Ezan sesini duyduğumu sandım kilise çanlarıyla karısık dünyanın sesi kulaklarımdayken yine göğüslüyorum günün doğumunu/ yalnız sahilde doğuya baktım/batıya baktım kuzeye/güneye pencerenden

my vast brown eyes were amused when you looked at me with those amazing green eyes was it the aura that you have trailed around with you? I just wanted to fly... wanted to say yes but-you

dolaşıp durur etrafımda ayaklar basit güçlü düğümler atarak buğday tende kıvrılmalar tonlarca notanın hareketi dinleyen kulaklar gibi geçici sevdalı usulca yavaş

you came to my home as a guest I was delighted to see you as staring to your face all I saw was he on one side of your face were smiles on the other blues I didn\'t know the cause couldn\'t

Doğan KILIÇKAYA (Born 3.3.1964 Kayseri-25.12.2008 died in İstanbul) He lost his fight to the cancer. I wanted to share our grief. Resource: Attila Elüstün Poets Academy-Istanbul STAY