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IF...
It is not that important to leave and go
if it didn't leave gaps behind
that are impossible to fill.
Even the big separations are not that hard to endure,
if they were started at the best moment.
Crying is not something to be ashamed of,
if the tears are coming from the heart.
Stealing is not disgraceful,
if it is the heart of somebody that is stolen.
Love has nothing to be afraid of,
if one could get rid of all skins.
A known voice would not make one so upset,
if it was never heard.
The leakproof embraces would perhaps be forgotten more easily,
if they were not wrapped with passionate love.
The big hazel eyes would head to uncertainty as time passes,
if they didn't look so crazy.
It would perhaps be easy to forget the burning taste of a wet kiss,
if the heart did not press on the rib cage that hard.
The long night conversations could be replaced by something else,
if the last cigarette was not shared breath by breath.
It wouldn't snow even on the dreams,
if the fears had not wounded love in the battles.
Time, still as if it will never pass, would fly like an arrow,
if the one that's worth waiting for would come at the end.
Even the color of the hair in the dreams would fade away with time,
if their inexpressible smell had not stuck on the pillows.
Even that huge, that splendid end, death, would lose its meaning,
If everything worth living was already lived.
Loneliness would not be that unbearable,
If the final glimmer of hope had not faded away.
The spring sun perhaps would not heat this much,
if life did not start again after every loss.
It would perhaps not be necessary to smoke before breakfast,
if a giant wave of longing did not challenge.
Maybe the thin waist would remain in memories,
if even the shameless tea was not given in a thin-waisted glass.
Sleeplessness would not ruin that badly right after short naps,
if the silk skin to touch was not that far away.
Even a jobless home could turn to paradise maybe,
if it was heated by a warm smile.
Poems with the taste of aged wine would not feel as poor,
if there was someone to whisper them to.
It would perhaps not be possible to believe that every love hides a separation deep inside,
if it did not have on its calling card the label 'first degree perpetrator of so many separations'.
Daisies would not really look down,
if they did not have their shares from your betrayal.
Coasts would not surrender to solitude,
if you did not try to console yourself with aimless strolls on your own faint coasts.
I will be alone after you go.
and I am not afraid of being alone,
but what if I want to hold your hands...
Yes sweetheart,
Who would miss the smell of the sweat inside your palms,
who would want to lie along your thin fingers,
if these eyes had not witnessed a splendid period in their past!!
Can YUCEL
It is not that important to leave and go
if it didn't leave gaps behind
that are impossible to fill.
Even the big separations are not that hard to endure,
if they were started at the best moment.
Crying is not something to be ashamed of,
if the tears are coming from the heart.
Stealing is not disgraceful,
if it is the heart of somebody that is stolen.
Love has nothing to be afraid of,
if one could get rid of all skins.
A known voice would not make one so upset,
if it was never heard.
The leakproof embraces would perhaps be forgotten more easily,
if they were not wrapped with passionate love.
The big hazel eyes would head to uncertainty as time passes,
if they didn't look so crazy.
It would perhaps be easy to forget the burning taste of a wet kiss,
if the heart did not press on the rib cage that hard.
The long night conversations could be replaced by something else,
if the last cigarette was not shared breath by breath.
It wouldn't snow even on the dreams,
if the fears had not wounded love in the battles.
Time, still as if it will never pass, would fly like an arrow,
if the one that's worth waiting for would come at the end.
Even the color of the hair in the dreams would fade away with time,
if their inexpressible smell had not stuck on the pillows.
Even that huge, that splendid end, death, would lose its meaning,
If everything worth living was already lived.
Loneliness would not be that unbearable,
If the final glimmer of hope had not faded away.
The spring sun perhaps would not heat this much,
if life did not start again after every loss.
It would perhaps not be necessary to smoke before breakfast,
if a giant wave of longing did not challenge.
Maybe the thin waist would remain in memories,
if even the shameless tea was not given in a thin-waisted glass.
Sleeplessness would not ruin that badly right after short naps,
if the silk skin to touch was not that far away.
Even a jobless home could turn to paradise maybe,
if it was heated by a warm smile.
Poems with the taste of aged wine would not feel as poor,
if there was someone to whisper them to.
It would perhaps not be possible to believe that every love hides a separation deep inside,
if it did not have on its calling card the label 'first degree perpetrator of so many separations'.
Daisies would not really look down,
if they did not have their shares from your betrayal.
Coasts would not surrender to solitude,
if you did not try to console yourself with aimless strolls on your own faint coasts.
I will be alone after you go.
and I am not afraid of being alone,
but what if I want to hold your hands...
Yes sweetheart,
Who would miss the smell of the sweat inside your palms,
who would want to lie along your thin fingers,
if these eyes had not witnessed a splendid period in their past!!
Can YUCEL
If You Forget Me - Pablo Neruda
...
I want you to know
one thing.
You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.
Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.
If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.
If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my l
DER ALTE MANNS RISSE
DER ALTE MANNS RISSE
Einst hatte ich ein Spiel irgendwo aufgepaßt.
Es gab einen gekräuselten alten Mann in diesem Spiel.
Tragende zackige Kleidung.
Bedeutungslosen flüchtigen Blick in seinen Augen haben.
Zu alt sein, keine Energie habend, die gelassen wird und verlassen ist. Linkes allein, nachdem gelebt habend nichts.
Seine Risse hatten weder gestoppt noch beendet.
Er hatte soviel Mühe, daß gehabt nicht überhaupt beendet.
Die Atmung war sein Profit und lebte war sein nur Ehrgeiz. , die größte Tragödie spielend in der Welt.
Auf dem Lebenstadium ohne Vorhänge.
Er hattest an, du hast
DER MORGEN DANACH - LACRIMOSA
So viele Menschen sehen Dich
Doch niemand sieht Dich so wie ich
Denn in dem Schatten deines Lichts
Ganz weit dort hinten sitze ich
Ich brauche Dich - Ich brauch dein Licht
Denn aus dem Schatten kann ich nicht
Du siehst mich nicht - du kennst mich nicht
Doch aus der Ferne lieb ich Dich
Ich achte Dich - verehre Dich
Ich hoff auf Dich - begehre Dich
Erfühle Dich - erlebe Dich
begleite Dich - erhebe Dich
Kann nicht mehr leben ohne Dich
Dies ist der Morgen danach
Und meine Seele liegt brach
Dies ist der Morgen danach
Ein neuer Tag beginnt
Und meine Zeit verrint
Dieses alles schreib ich dir
Und mehr noch brächt ich zu P
Ich habe dich nie je so geliebt... Bertolt Brecht
Ich habe dich nie je so geliebt, ma soeur
Als wie ich fortging von dir in jenem Abendrot.
Der Wald schluckte mich, der blaue Wald, ma soeur
Über dem immer schon die bleichen Gestirne im Westen standen.
Ich lachte kein klein wenig, gar nicht, ma soeur
Der ich spielend dunklem Schicksal entgegenging --
Während schon die Gesichter hinter mir
Langsam im Abend des blauen Walds verblaЯten.
Alles war schön an diesem einzigen Abend, ma soeur
Nachher nie wieder und nie zuvor --
Freilich: mir blieben nur mehr die groЯen Vögel
Die abends im dunklen Himmel Hunger haben.
[Translation]
I never loved you more, ma
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