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Can Yücel

Don’t Forget!

You have a signature of a name on your hearth, and you cannot erase it

You cannot scratch it all away even  though how hard you try

The pain inside grows with you together

Then,  You feel it when you touch someone else

Don’t forget !

Once you love, you suffer a lot

Complaints, anger.. As they grows inside, your own self dies

You have always curse on your mouth, a chalice in your hand

Days goes by that way, You get used to it

Don’t forget !

The mornings are late from now on.  You cannot help thinking about it

You dream of not sleeping but the one who is gone

You dedicate  yourself to poems

You smoke each ten minutes and get poison badly

Don’t forget!

You will not trust anyone for awhile,  You will depend on yourself again

You will stay quiet when love is spoken around you

You will start each of your sentences with sighing

Everyone around you will be wrong but you

But what you think is true will go to garbage, desperately

Don’t forget!

Someday, You will start from where you were and Someone will find you

You will be afraid of experiencing the same pain in the past at first. Then, you will be afraid little bit.

How hard you resist will be for free. You are a human. You will love…

Do not be afraid of new love thinking of your old pains

Don´t cut off your nose to spite your face

Eliminate your doubts from your mind

A bone cannot be broken twice from the same place

Your nights will not be pitch dark

The teardrops will not flow from your eyes again

Your mornings will not be too late anymore

And who knows? Maybe, you laugh at the days you cried

Don’t forget!

You have died once,

You will not die again.

My try

CemG

Earlier you said:

So, what happened to the Christian grave yard in Trabzon? Municipal government demolished all of them with a bulldozer in a night. There have been many incident like this  happened and still happening in Turkey

And I said, it should be legal action if it´s done by a municipality. It happened in my village.

If you have details that it was an illegal action, you can share it here.

Why should I be joking?

This is about attcaking tombstones I have also provided another link for attacks on tombstones in Christian graveyards.

You´re talking about something else.

If a municipality decides to destroy a graveyard it´s (or should be) a legal action. I´m sure they wouldn´t do it without justifying their decision legally. It can be a Muslim or Christian graveyard or whatever.

eeeeeeeee. Let him scream as much as he wants. You are in Ireland, you are allowed to have a screaming child.   Nobody pays attention nyway.

Kids are a blessing. Although thank God I say to myself that mine are bigger. I still love babies.

What´s it got to do with attcking tombstones?

There was a grave yard in the memories of my childhood in the middle of the village where I was born. The vilage developed and  turned into a coastal town. The graveyard was in the town center now.

The municipality has decided to use it for other purpose. Now there are a health clinic, the municipality building, a meeting place, cafeterias and a beautiful park on it.

It was a Muslim graveyard by the way.

can someone please tell me what this says in english:

ole desene yaa bende ustume alinicaktim, hem adi cocuk deyil kardesim ****

and 

yurubee kim tutar seni, yapmayin bole sonra gotm kalkiyoo

Must be!

People show their taste in the dead.   This dead is my fav. No, that dead is cool(est).