Necdet Sen ~ Hurriyet, 1995
I AM A TRAVELER WITHOUT COMPASS. I WHO HAVE LEFT WHERE CANDIDE HAD FIND HIS OWN PARADISE AFTER A TORTUREFUL SEARCH. AND I AM DREAMING THE DAYS WILL COME THAT I WILL PLANT TASTEFULLY CRIMSON TOMATOES IN MY OWN GARDEN JUST LIKE HIM.
ALWAYS SAME SCENE IN MY DREAMS: A PEACEFULLY SUMMER MORNING. AND I AM DRINKING MY BLACK TEA BENEATH THE SHADOW OF PERGOLA OF MY HUT.
SMILING COLORS OF FLOWERS FRONTSIDE OF WINDOWS. MY WOMAN'S WRISTS SMELLING SOAP AND HER SLIPPERS SOUND LOVELY AROUND ME. AND CATS ARE EVER HAPPY.
AND I AM BREATHING DEEP BLUE TUNES OF OLD SONGS SPREADING FROM RADIO. ALL BATTLES ARE OUTSIDE NOW FAR FROM ME. ARTIFICIAL PLEASURES CAN NOT REACH TO ME PASS OVER MY GARDEN WALL. I AM WASTING MY TIME WITH SIMPLE THINGS.
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