you are right Canli.
We have to change it.
How about this: Money must be desire.

Where is Erdinç? We need you!

If there is money, there is no desire.
If there is desire, there is no money.

I just think so.

Really! = Gerçekten mi! Öyle mi!

Don't you have restraining orders in England?

Thank you my dearest Sophia!
You are always there for me too.
Love you so much!

REMEMBER

Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go, yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you planned:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.

Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad

Christina Rossetti

Bu Akşam Ölürüm by Murat Kekilli

Nostalgia

From the depth of good times
our loves greet us bitterly

You’re not in love, you say, and you don’t remember.
And if your heart has filled and you shed the tears
that you couldn’t shed like you did at first,
you’re not in love and you don’t remember, even though you cry.

Suddenly you’ll see two blue eyes
- how long it’s been! - that you caressed one night;
as though inside yourself you hear
an old unhappiness stirring and waking up.

These memories of time past
will begin their danse macabre;
and like then, your bitter tear will
well up on your eyelid and fall.

The eyes suspended - pale suns -
the light that thaws the frozen heart,
the dead loves that begin to stir,
the old sorrows that again ignite. . . .


Νοσταλγία

Μεσ' από το βάθος των καλών καιρών
οι αγάπες μας πικρά μας χαιρετάνε.

Δεν αγαπάς και δε θυμάσαι, λες.
Κι αν φούσκωσαν τα στήθη κι αν δακρύζεις
που δε μπορείς να κλάψεις όπως πρώτα,
δεν αγαπάς και δε θυμάσαι, ας κλαίς.

Ξάφνου θα ιδείς δυό μάτια γαλανά
-πόσος καιρός!- τα χάιδεψες μιά νύχτα,
και σα ν' ακούς εντός σου να σαλεύει
μιά συφορά παλιά και να ξυπνά.

Θα στήσουνε μακάβριο το χορό
οι θύμησες στα περασμένα γύρω,
και θ' ανθίσει στο βλέφαρο σαν τότε
και θα πέσει το δάκρυ σου πικρό.

Τα μάτια που κρεμούν - ήλιοι χλωμοί -
το φώς στο χιόνι της καρδιάς και λιώνει,
οι αγάπες που σαλεύουν πεθαμένες,
οι πρώτοι ξανά που άναψαν καημοί…


Ностальгия

Из глубины счастливых времён наша
любовь горько нас приветствует

Не любишь и не помнишь, скажешь,
И вдруг теснится грудь, и плачешь
О том, что всё уже не так, как раньше.
Не любишь и не помнишь, плачешь.

Вдруг, неожиданно, два глаза голубых
-ах, сколько времени! ласкала ночью их –
И тут почувствуешь, что словно всколыхнётся
Обида старая и всё опять проснётся.

Устроим пляску смерти на года.
Поплачем о своём умершем прошлом.
Набухнет на ресницах, как тогда,
И упадёт слеза, со вкусом горьким.

Глаза опущены –и тусклы их лучи-
Свет льётся в сердце, лёд его растает.
Любовь и чувства, что казалось уж мертвы,
Печаль былую в моём сердце разжигают


Konstantinos Karyotakis

Am I late?
No I don't think so.
It is never late to wish all the best in this world to your loved one.
I wish you green light in everyting you do.
I wish you all your dreams come true.
And know that all your life is ahead.
And you can reach the stars if you want.
Just reach...

Happy Birthday!!!

Some are vibrant, admired for their
strength, while others are delicate
whispers of color whose gentleness
has a special place in our hearts.
We meet so many different kinds
of friends in the garden of life,
and I'm so grateful for the
color, joy, and beauty you have
added to mine...

Have a Great Birthday!

Son of a Bitch
by Sergei Yesenin

From the darkness the years flow out
Rustling noisily like a chamomile field.
There's a dog in my memory now,
She was my friend since I was kid.

Now the ardor of youth has turned quiet
Like the maple by my window turned stale,
I remember a girl dressed in white
And a dog that delivered her mail.

Many lovers' hearts keep on breaking,
But to me she was like a song,
For my notes she'd never taken
That I sent with the dog for so long.

No, my letters she'd never open,
And my handwriting she'd always shun,
But she'd stand as if for something hoping
By the guelder rose near the pond.

I was tortured... I wanted to know...
Couldn't wait for an answer... Went away...
Years have passed... Now a famous poet
Here I am by my native gates.

The old dog had died long ago,
But with the same tint of blue in his fur
And that crazed bark I so well know
Her young son now reminds me of her.

Dear God! Such a perfect resemblance!
And to my soul returns the old pain
Of those younger days' hurtful remembrance--
I could write those notes again.

This old song would again please my ear,
But don't bark, friend, don't bark in this way,
If you wish, I'll kiss you, come here,
For there's joy in my heart like in May.

I'll kiss you, I'll hug you so tight,
To my home I'll go with you,
Yes, I once liked a girl dressed in white,
Now the one that I love wears blue.