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EXHAUSTION IN MAY/HASAN ILDIZ
Exhaustion syndrome in MayHow long has it been since the dead
Black roses have been talking
Do people get used to it?
Or should we say this life with its endless beret
I don't know how to explain it to children
Who should smoke it...
I am the old me again
Whenever I get hungry
I sit down and eat my old pain
Every day a little more
I find my chest pain unbearable
A widening in the aorta day by day
I can't stop it.
I remember you
A child studying in the most beautiful city of my heart
This strange journey is your choice
Sent by hand
I look more like letters
Someone wrote me in a hurry
Who wrote, to whom
I don't know
I am sixty-five years old and I
I still love everyone without discrimination
Still in my heart the imitation of the mountains
But no woman
Is as brave as Eve, anymore
No one is curious about the taste of that forbidden apple
THERE ARE MANY THINGS TO BE DECEIVED
There are many things to be deceivedDon't just get stuck on spring
With your sighs and woes
Summer that will make you beat your knees
Autumn that will make you tear your hair out
Hopeful and hopeless
A winter to be lived
Awaits you yet.
A heat wave is enough
Grapes are droopy and brown
Watermelons are insipid
They are in a state of shame
Summer also passes,
Footprints of poverty come down early
Farmers leave onions in the field
Sorrow dripping from his mustache
Don't just get stuck on spring.
If I say autumn, a terror
Organization is armed, preparing for winter
A difference, in the water that crosses the border
Eastern of the East
A uniform, changed and changed
Are children running or
Is snow flying
At the gates of the city.
Don't just get caught up in spring
Look, here's a long winter
A booming applause
To democratic institutions
In this city theater I'm
A silent spectator
A terrible cold
In the life of sparrows.
