Monday, August 31, 2009

Lightness of Being

While an ant was melting by the scorching sun, I was packing with Crystal the whole day. Finally we pushed and loaded 6 huge items to her car. People pitied on us. Where the hell are the guys! I grasped the chance to tidy up my stuff. Dumped many things again. I love bearing this lightness of being. Do you know what I mean?

Melting Ant on a Stove

Today’s memories are one of those types. I couldn’t fight with temptation of spending money for sharing them with you. I never had such experience. It was like going through stove of fire. Sun was on my face. Extreme heat and I literally started melting. Sweat all over my face and shirt. Where I should go? Where to take a taxi? Sun was really killing me. And there was my taxi. We spent a long time finding the place. Finally a military guy came from heaven and sat and finally I got off. All I can say is that it was 47C. I literally melted. I really thought I would die. Sweat was running all over my face, body. Sweat was coming from every pore. But it wasn’t over. I went out and found the bus station again. So then another 2 hours journey among burning sun and sweat was my company. I made my way to the room. I just can say I ran to a pharmacy to get a pain killer. My head was about to blow, but who cares.

I didn’t pay the greedy tour leaders and I didn’t get lost. Someone cannot make fun of me anymore.

Friday, August 28, 2009

My lovely don gu

Sneakers in the stairs
Memories in my mind
Stuff left in the frdige
Your smell in the floor
All of them make me feel lonely

Above the rocky moutains
Shines our love
Brightens my day
Warms up my heart
With love everything is possible
It is beautiful gift for both of us
We can smile now
We can laugh, we can live

Insomnia

Can't sleep. Can't eat.
May be coz of jet lag.
May be coz of hot weather.
May be coz of new school day.
I can't sleep ar honeeeeeey...
and I miss u so much...

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Istanbul Airport Hotel

A phone call from you.
It can be a measure of how much we are connected.
I was thinking about you all the time.
I couldnt stay at home, the feeling was so heavy to bear.
So I headed out to do some stuff.
The streets remind me of our memories.
I was thinking if you were here,
we would relax and watch a movie on your big bed.
I would support you with the pillows and my arm.
Good that you have a room. I can relax now and go to work.
When I come back, you wont be home.
But you are right, we have achieved a lot, now both of us feel secure.
You can imagine how I felt a year ago at London.
You bichy bitchy
Miss u and love u