OK! Now what???

This was my second attempt to become a star! I had planned it all so well. I d be the Helen of Troy, and without Paris in the picture. It was so promising!
And then a lioness appears, who gets the King and also all the zillionaires!
Not to mention the queen and the 200 amazons.
And the director says he has to leave the play till he finishes with his exams!
What a luck ya! I ll start crying!

aslan - lion

What can i say matia mou? You know exactly how to touch my heart! First Antalya and then this

'I remembered you with my soul clenched
in that sadness of mine that you know.

Where were you then?
Who else was there?
Saying what?
Why will the whole of love come on me suddenly
when I am sad and feel you are far away?'

You are a precious friend. Thank you

This is for all my turkish and greek friends...

TÃœRK-YUNAN ŞİİRİ by Bülent ECEVİT

sıla derdine düşÃ¼nce anlarsın
yunanlıyla kardeş olduğunu
bir rum şarkısı duyunca gör
gurbet elde istanbul çocuğunu

türkçenin ferah gönlünce küfretmişiz
olmuşuz kanlı bıçaklı
yine de bir sevgidir içimizde
böyle barış günlerinde saklı

bir soyun kanı olmasın varsın
damarlarımızda akan kan
içimizde şu deli rüzgâr
bir havadan

Bu yağmurla cömert
bu güneşle sıcak
gönlümüzden bahar dolusu kopan
iyilikler kucak kucak

bu sudan bu tattandır ikimizde de günah
bütün içkiler gibi zararı kadar leziz
bir iklimin meyvasından sızdırılmış
bir içkidir kötülüklerimiz

aramızda bir mavi büyü
bir sıcak deniz
kıyılarında birbirinden güzel
iki milletiz

bizimle dirilecek bir gün
Ege'nin altın çağı
yanıp yarının ateşinden
eskinin ocağı

önce bir kahkaha çalınır kulağına
sonra rum şiveli türkçeler
o Boğaz'dan söz eder
sen rakıyı hatırlarsın

Yunanlıyla kardeş olduğunu
sıla derdine düşÃ¼nce anlarsın

Londra, 1947

and translated

TURKISH-GREEK POEM


You become aware when you feel homesick
That you are brothers with the Greek;
Just look at a child of Istanbul
Listening to a Greek epic.

We've sworn at each other
In the free manner of our language.
We've drawn knife on blood
Yet a love lies hidden in us
For days of peace like these.

What if in our veins
It were the same blood that flows?
From the same air in our hearts
A crazy wind blows.

So generous like this rain
And warm like the sun.
The armfuls of goodness of spring
That surge from within.

Our hostility is like a drink
Distilled from the fruit of the climate
As harmful and as tasteful as any drink.
From this water from this taste have we sinned.

A blue magic between us
And this warm sea
And two peoples on its shores
Equals in beauty.

The golden age of the Aegean
Will revive through us
As with the fire of the future
The hearth of the past comes alive.

First a merry laughter comes to your ear
Then some Turkish with a Greek accent.
Nostalgic about the Bosporus
And you remember the Raki*.

It is when you are homesick
That you recall you are brothers with the Greek.
London 1947
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*Turkish national drink, Raki, is similar to the Greek Ouzo

Aferin sana!!!

öpmek - to kiss

γεια χαρά (ya hara) - hi
or
καλημέρα(kalimera) - good morning

from Greece