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Gürültünün Dışı, Sessizliğin içi;
Ruhun cinsiyetsizliği
Denizin gri maviliği
Bira ile paylaşılan yalnızlık
Bünyene giren soğukluk
Gürültünün arasındaki, bir anlık sıcaklık
Çikolata kokulu bir krem yada bir sigara
Eyvah işte yine geliyor
Siyah rugan ayakkabılı kadın
Akciğerlerime basıyor yavaş yavaş
Her patlak daha da acıyor
Durmuyor
Sırtımdaki bıçak gibi
Kırmızıya dönüyor, kanamıyor
Lütfen gidin artık
Bu topukların yürümeye yaramadığı zaten belli değil miydi
Kafese kapatılmış hayatlar içinde
Aksanlı konuşmalar
Hepsi aile olmuş yabancılar
Bağdaşma
Sevinme
Sevişme
Ölüm
Gürültü ve sessizlik
Uçacaklar beynin karanlık gizlerine
Kafiyesizilik
Kafilesizlik
Kefilsizlik ve
Sesini unutma korkusu
Gürültünün dışı, sessizliğin içinde
Minik bir gülümseme
Bize şeytandan kalan tek bir hediye
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Exteriors of Noise, Interiors of Silence;
Neuterness of soul
Sea’s lividness
Loneliness shared with beer
Coldness that enter the body
A moment of warmness in between noise
Chocolate fragrant crème or cigar
And dying like a dog from longing
Damn, it is coming again
Woman with black patent leather shoes
Slowly stepping on my lungs
Every burst hurts more
Like the knife on my back
Turning red but not bleeding
These heels are no good for walking
Is that not obvious
Lives locked in cages
All aliens became a family
Intercourses with accents
Connectedness
Joyfulness
Caressing
Death
Noise
And silence
Without a rhyme
Without a tribe
Without a guarantor
And the fear of forgetting the sound of your own voice
Exteriors of noise, interiors of silence
A small gesture
Only gift left to us from demon
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Nefes
07:39
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Plath's Mirror
02:19
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Mirror
I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.
What ever you see I swallow immediately
Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike.
I am not cruel, only truthful---
The eye of a little god, four-cornered.
Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall.
It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so long
I think it is a part of my heart. But it flickers.
Faces and darkness separate us over and over.
Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me,
Searching my reaches for what she really is.
Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon.
I see her back, and reflect it faithfully.
She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands.
I am important to her. She comes and goes.
Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness.
In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman
Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish.
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It's Cold and I Like It
06:56
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It's Cold and I Like It
It's cold and I like it
There's no light
It's blue
I can feel it
It's cold
You will be the ice
And I will melt it
You will get high
Cause it's just cold
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Artificial Gyil
04:35
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Rainy Istanbul
02:57
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Om from Uma
04:09
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Inside Me
15:24
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TUNA PASE Barcelona, Spain
Music Lover, Musician, Improviser, Composer, Songwriter, Ethnomusicologist, Lecturer
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