The poem in the series:
Oysa herkes öldürür sevdiğini
Kulak verin bu dediklerime
Kimi bir bakışıyla yapar bunu
Kimi dalkavukca sözlerle
Korkaklar öpücük ile öldürür
Yürekliler kılıç darbeleriyle
Kimi gençken öldürür sevdiğini
Kimi yaşlıyken
Şehvetli ellerle boğar kimi
Kimi altından ellerle
Merhametli kişi bıçak kullanır
Çünkü bıçakla ölen çabuk soğur
Kimi yeterince sevmez
Kimi fazla sever
Kimi satar
Kimi de satın alır
Kimi göz yaşı döker öldürürken
Kimi kılı kıpırdamadan
Çünkü herkes öldürür sevdiğini
Ama herkes öldürdü diye ölmez
Each Man Kills the Thing He Loves
Yet each man kills the thing he loves
By each let this be heard,
Some do it with a bitter look,
Some with a flattering word,
The coward does it with a kiss,
The brave man with a sword!
Some kill their love when they are young,
And some when they are old;
Some strangle with the hands of Lust,
Some with the hands of Gold:
The kindest use a knife, because
The dead so soon grow cold.
Some love too little, some too long,
Some sell, and others buy;
Some do the deed with many tears,
And some without a sigh:
For each man kills the thing he loves,
Yet each man does not die.
Oscar Wilde
like copy-paste from site to site, no new ideas)...sooo wastes my time to try to go AROUND them and - god forbid - not to touch any of them or you´ll get another annoying dropper opened again. yeah red is a bit...overrated, but since this is T...c....then red is ok, i think...could be a bit lighter tone though...but since i don´t visit this site very often anymore, then - who cares what i think anyway