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20 Apr 2006 Thu 11:37 pm |
Sorry deli I was writing whilst you posted şerefe!
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20 Apr 2006 Thu 11:40 pm |
This language is of the devils own making!!!!
BUT I WILL OVERCOME
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20 Apr 2006 Thu 11:43 pm |
I am getting there!!
When 'ne ve 'se' are used together they produce a 'if its like that' kind of meaning.
yes???
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20 Apr 2006 Thu 11:57 pm |
Ye Gads the gırls gettıng there!!
I almost understand 'neredeyse'
I have always saıd language must be absorbed and you can absorb so much more whilst drinking rakı!!!
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21 Apr 2006 Fri 07:17 pm |
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21 Apr 2006 Fri 09:17 pm |
Ayşı'nın gözleri mavidir ise Gülün yeşildir.
Eğer (yoksa 'ne') onun gözleri mavise bu elbise uygun olacak.
Gençken her hafta sonunda partilere giderdim ise bu yıl sadece bir partiye gittim
Partiye gidersen sakın ol saat onda evdesın (yoksa 'olacaksın')
How am I doıng?
ps how do use the notepad?
Etty
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21 Apr 2006 Fri 09:59 pm |
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21 Apr 2006 Fri 10:16 pm |
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21 Apr 2006 Fri 10:48 pm |
That poetry is beautiful Kadir, didn't understand all your post fully, but got the jist.
The only thing I ever miss about England is that I had literally hundreds of poetry books, it was a passion I shared with my mother. We would talk for hours on the phone about poems, unfortunately she became senile a couple of years ago and died last year.
Maybe I should try translating some English poetry, I think it may be difficult though as poetry doesnt usually follow normal gramatical rules and generally the beauty lies within this.
Thankyou
etty.
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21 Apr 2006 Fri 11:25 pm |
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhoods faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,--I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!-- and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING.
I shall now translate.
Well give me a minute
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21 Apr 2006 Fri 11:36 pm |
Hi Etty, love poetry is MUCH appreciated, but put it here
We will appreciate it big time
Elisa (absorbed into Dorothy Parker right now )
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