
*Blade Runner
*Because I could not stop for kiss,
She kindly stopped for me…
Siz hic uzun yillar once sirilsiklam asik oldugunuz birisini, 30 yil sonra gordugunuzde oturup karsilikli konusurken; koyu demli sicak cayiniza katik olan, uzerinden sicak dumanlari tutmeyen ama hala tazelegini koruyan simiti yedikten sonra hararetli bir sekilde opusup o simitin susamlarini ve demli cayin tadini agzinizda hissettinizmi? ben hissettim, ama ruyamda…
Uyandiginizda bunlarin hic birisinin olmadigini anlayipta, kendinizi ruyadaki sevgilinizin yedigi simitin yerlere serpilen susamlari gibi hissetinizmi? Ben onuda hissettim, ama gercek hayatta…
Yillardir her optugumuzde agzimizda ictigimiz o koyu, demli ve sicak bir cay gibi tad birakan, o guzel tadi artik niye hissetmiyoruz?
Niye kendimizi yerlere sacilan susam gibi hissediyoruz? Yoksa ruyalarla gercek hayat birbirinin icine girmiste, biz hangisinin ruya hangisinin gercek oldugunu bilmiyoruz?
Bir gun o tadi gene verecek o guzel sevgiliyi, Galatasaray’i bekliyoruz…
*Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me
Emily Dickinson



You start dying slowly
if you do not travel,
if you do not read,
If you do not listen to the sounds of life,
If you do not appreciate yourself.
You start dying slowly
When you kill your self-esteem;
When you do not let others help you.
You start dying slowly
If you become a slave of your habits,
Walking everyday on the same paths…
If you do not change your routine,
If you do not wear different colours
Or you do not speak to those you don’t know.
You start dying slowly
If you avoid to feel passion
And their turbulent emotions;
Those which make your eyes glisten
And your heart beat fast.
You start dying slowly
If you do not change your life when you are not satisfied with your job, or with your love,
If you do not risk what is safe for the uncertain,
If you do not go after a dream,
If you do not allow yourself,
At least once in your lifetime,
To run away from sensible advice…
Pablo Neruda