tanimadigim bir salonda yuzuyor baliklarim
bilinmeyen biri tarafindan birakilmis elma copleri
artik balkonun altinda bekleyecek yok
ya da kedimin pesinden kosacagi biri

coktan unuttu kedim de ben de.....
notalar bizi alip gotururken
kitaplar ve hikayeler bizi asili tutuyor hayata
asili kalmak istedigimiz olcude tabii ki

kirmizi yesil sari iksirlere basvuruyoruz
unutmak
anlik yok olmak icin

ne zamanki uyaniyoruz
karsilastigimiz gercek hosumuza gitmiyor
ya gidiyoruz baska diyarlara
ya da devam ediyoruz almaya
o renkli iksirlerden

bizi renkli diyarlara goturen......


hepimizin icinde bir alice yok mu? ya da bir masal kahramani
ama hangisinin oldugu onemli degil.
masal kahramanlarinin ortak noktasi nedir?
olmezler, sIkInti cekerler ama sonunda mutlu sona ulasirlar.
biraz macera tabii ki yasanir

sadece ben miyim boyle olan
yoksa gercekten herkes hoslaniyor mu masal kahramani olmaktan
masallardaki gibi bir hayat yasamaktan
zannetmiyorum ki herkes boyle olsun
cunku onlar kucukken masal bile dinlemiyorlar

kaldi ki buyuduklerinde bir nebze de olsa kendilerini burada masal diyarinda hissetsinler.
yapacak birsey yok!

:)

kirmizi iksirimin etkisinde dolaniyorum gecelerde....
ucuyorum bazen sehrin isiklarinin ustunde
bazen de yuzuyorum o muhtesem bogazda
muzik mi beni alip goturen
resimler yaptiran
sonra o resimleri canlandiran

ben mi cok soru soruyorum
hayata
kendime
baskalarina
bulmak istedigim nedir acaba
ve yine bir soru gibi olmayacaksa eger

bulabilecek miyim acaba?

I wanted to write, but I didn't decide quite so i continue to reading my book. But the music was great and i have felt a wetness on my hand.
Well when I've looked my hand, it was all black. The ink of my pen was all over on my hand now. I've smiled to myself and decided to write this down :) But my pen still cries now I am all over black.
I don't know, what he is trying to say to me. Is he also sad that he left Prague behind?! Or is he so excited to tell the stories about Prague, so he couldn't wait and go step by step, he needed to throw up the ink.
And all this happened while I'm reading my book of Milan Kundera "The Unbearable lightness of Being" page 228. It's funny, it talks about the author on that page. How to write novel characters. Well I have all signs of writing that I should begin to work on my novel, my book. I have Prague all over me! The sprit and the absinth :) The music, the views of Prague, the nights at the reception, the days in every corner of Prague, the smell of brightness, the taste of snow, the touch of sunshine. I have it all with me now. All I have to do is put in the words in a mathematical way and tell our story to people.
It's funny that at the end of the movie Moulin Rouge, Satine says, right before she dies, "Write our story Christian" "Tell them" and Christian wrote his first book.
Since I have my Moulin Rouge adventure in Prague, I really need to write my book. Have to tell them my (our) story. The terrace of the Hotel U Kocku with the view of all the castles, stars, leaving the night and sun, slowly appears on top of the Prague. Softly and gently sends his light in between the clouds. We were listening our songs. The church bell gonged. We hugged, we kissed, we shared, you visited your childhood while I was listening the birds. I was trying to hear what you said too but somehow you got busy with your little image :)
We invented our stories like we are the storytellers.
Green tea, green fairy, old town square, sleepless nights, meeting at the breakfast, jew town, the ticket, that smart jew old lady, castles, cathedrals, birthday boy, the girl with the invisible Santa Hat, Christmas, New Year's Eve, Franz Kafka Cafe, talks, sharing, snow, sunshine, night sun, The Sun Knight, "My Bridge", Charles Bridge, Torture Museum, Chocolate Shop, Czech people, Czech Restaurants, Czech please :), Czech food, Nutcracker, National Theater, Royal Garden, Forbidden area, the birds, Rapunzel, Golden Lane, Vitus, Maria and their crew, Romanian team, Mozart, Wolfgang's Pizzeria, Don Giovanni, Bombay, Harley's, Roxy, El Mojito, Irish Bar, Cafe Ebel, Montmarte, Hopkins!, Karlova 10, shortcuts, Tesco, Alberts, Namestis, fireworks, Hotel Europa, Jazz, Cafe Ungelt, music, Municipal House, the backstage of Don Giovanni, Kampa Island, "The Castle", hot wine, hot chocolate, hot tea with alcohol, cafe louvre, opera building, theaters, shopping, new coat, Bloody Freddy, our own playlist, absinth, green fairy and again green tea on the way back home.

january the 5th 2009 @TK1768 Prague-Istanbul

Well this is what i wrote down back on;
WEDNESDAY, DECEMBER 17, 2008
SIkIsIp kalmak!!!!!!!!!

which means "Stucked in!!!!!!" in my own language, Turkish, it actually explains better i think.

well, almost a month later i am feeling the greatest ever! Just came from Prague.