O yüzden en sessiz gecelerde “Doğruydu, yaptım” la teselli bulmalı insan. Feryada komşuların yetişmemesine, Soğuk duvar diplerinde sessizce ağlaşmaya alışmalı Kendiyle hesaplaşmaya çalışmalı Gece yastıkla ağlaşmaya, sabah aynayla gülüşmeye, Kendiyle hüzünlenip, kendiyle keyiflenmeye hazır olmalı Hep başını alıp gidebilecek kadar cesur, Ama hep kalıp savaşacak kadar gözüpek olabilmeli Sessizliği, sese dönüştürebilmeli.
Ve sırt çantasını her daim hazır tutmalı insan, Yollarla barışmalı… Yalnızlığa alışmalı…
That’s why in the most silent nights one must find consolation in ”It was correct, I made it.”
One must get used to neighbors not hearing the cry,
to laventing silently within the cold walls.
One has to try to settle the accounts with oneself,
to cry at night with the cushion, to smile in the morning with the mirror.
One must be ready to feel sorrow with oneself, to be in a good mood with oneself,
to be brave enough to walk away any time
but also to be stalwart enough to stay and fight,
to be able to change silence into voices.
And his backbag, he must always keep it ready,
make peace with the system,
get used to loneliness.
Edited (6/17/2012) by Abla
Edited (6/17/2012) by Abla
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