-
Açıklama
Everyone suits the city now. The rough-and-tumble street vendors, the dry-salted merchants, the students, the beggars, and the liars. I am the only one who does not suit the city. Because, without you, my footprint stands orphaned on the soil of the city. Without you, the daylight at my window is forlorn. Do not think that travelers leave a city with only their suitcases. I took with me the timidness of the dove you gave me, the freshness of the rain, the courage of the snowdrop… I wept so that we might have a face to meet. I did not touch your lashes with a forlorn hand so that we might swear never to forget. ‘Do not cry, your lashes will get wet,’ do not cry, only wait, place your trusts in their rightful places; that is, wait for this man who has sworn to place your gaze in the constellation of the Venus star, your warmth at the head of my grave, and your love on the lip of a pouring rain, even if I do not come…