I´m not sure for other Christians, but Orthodox Christians have periods of fasting, and there are rules what food is allowed to be eaten during those periods and what not.

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I use Internet Explorer 8, Chroma and Opera at home, and it looks ok at every browser. But I have Internet Explorer 6 at work, and there it looks as Petra presented.

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Can we, please?

And possibility to bookmark photos, you´ve promissed

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...Except the red - I love red color and it is never too much red for me nor it can irritate me, so...  and  for your effort to make the layout more modern and practical.

And here you can read the story of the hero of Çanakkale War and and its effects to that War.

Nusrat Mine Ship

Federico Garcia LORCA

ÜÇ NEHİR ÜSTÜNE KÜÇÜK BALAD

Akar Guadalkuivir

Portakal ve zeytin bahçelerinin gölgesinde

Senin iki nehrin Granada

Düşer karlardan, vadilere

Ah sevda

Geri gelmez bir daha

Guadalkuivir kıvrımlarında

Yanar tutuşur nar çiçekleri

Akar nehirlerin Granada

Bir kanla, gözyaşıyla öteki

Ah sevda

Karıştı rüzgâra

Sevilla´da zarif

Yollar açılmıştır yelkenlilere

Senin nehirlerinde Granada

İniltilerdir yüzen sade

Ah sevda

Geri gelmez bir daha

Guadalkuivir… Çan kulesi

Ve rüzgâr, limon bahçesinde.

Dauro, Genil, ölü kilisecikler

Nehirlerin denize kavuştuğu yerde

Ah sevda

Karıştı rüzgâra

Sular taşıyıp götürürler mi

Çürüyen acının ateşlerini?

Ah sevda

Geri gelmez bir daha

Endülüs, portakal çiçeği alır

Ve zeytin dalları, denizlere

Ah sevda

Karıştı rüzgâra

Çeviri: Ataol BEHRAMOĞLU

The Little Ballad of the Three Rivers

The river Guadalquivir

Flows between oranges and olives

The two rivers of Granada

Descend from the snow to the wheat

Oh my love!

Who went and never returned

The river Guadalquivir

Has beards of maroon

The two rivers of Granada

One a cry the other blood

Oh my love!

Who vanished into thin air

For the sailboats

Sevilla has a course;

Through the water of Granada

Only sighs are rowing

Ay my love!

Who went and never returned

Guadalquivir, high tower

And the wind in the orange groves

Dauro and Genil1, little towers

Dead on the ponds

A my love!

Who vanished into thin air

Who will say that the water bears

A vain fire of screams

Oh my love

Who went and never returned

Carry orange blossom, carry olives,

Andalucia, to your seas

Ay my love

Who vanished into thin air.

Translated by Terry Rooney

You are welcome  I am really glad that you liked Popa´s poetry. I hope others will like it too

More Vasko Popa’s poetry in Turkish

More Vasko Popa’s poetry in English

And some more of my favorites...

VI.

Get out of my walled infinity

Out of the star-ring round my head

Out of my mouthful of sun

Get out of the laughable sea of my blood

Out of my flow, of my ebb

Get out of my beached silence

Get out I said

Get out

Out of the chasm of my life

Of the stark father-tree inside me

Get out How long must I cry get out

Get out of my bursting head

Get out

Just get out

(Translated by Anthony Weir)

Poem no. 22 from the "Far Inside Us" collection

Our day is a green apple

Cut in half

I look at you

You don´t see me

There´s a blind sun between us

On the stairway

Our torn-apart hug

You call me

I don´t hear you

There´s deaf air between us

In the shop-windows

My lips seek

Your smile

On the crossroads

Our run-over kiss

I´ve given you a hand

You don´t feel it

The void has given you a hug

On the city squares

Your tear seeks

My eyes

In the evening my dead day

Meets your dead day

Only in a dream

Do we walk in the same fields

(Translatied by Lazar Pašćanović

WERE IT NOT FOR YOUR EYES

Were it not for your eyes

There wouldn´t be a sky

In our small apartment

Were it not for your laughter

Walls would never

Fade away in your eyes

Were it not for your nightingales

Willows would never

Gently cross your threshold

Were it not for your hands

The sun would never

Spend the night in our dreams