Philosophers build themselves palaces of ideas, but they prefer to live in hovels.
Kizima

Butun insanlari
Dostun bil,
Kardesin bil
Kizim

Sevginin
Urunudur insan,
Nefretin degil,
Kizim

Zulmun onunde
Dimdik tut onurunu
Sevginin onunde egil
Kizim

Butun insanlari
Dostun bil,
Kardesin bil
Kizim...
Gunes dogdu karanliklar gitti
gece goremediklerim ya da gormek istemediklerim,
sanki ortaya cikti.
It's the "no time for sleep" time of the year.
Deus ex machina
No one sews a patch of unshrunk cloth on an old garment, for the patch will pull away from the garment, making the tear worse. Neither do men pour new wine into old wineskins. If they do, the skins will burst, the wine will run out and the wineskins will be ruined. No, they pour new wine into new wineskins, and both are preserved. (Matthew 9:16-17)
Anyone who spent so much time rejecting something must be very attached to it indeed; one whose only concern was love of the one Beloved had no room for distractions such as rejecting the world.
You cannot step into the same river twice.
All day I keep thinking about it, then at night I say it.
Where did I come from, and what is my purpose here?
Where I am going, where is my true homeland
My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that,
and I intend to end up there.

This drunkenness began in some other tavern.
When I get back around to that place,
I'll be completely sober. Meanwhile,
I'm like a bird from another continent, sitting in this aviary.
The day is coming when I fly off,
but who is it now in my ear who hears my voice?
Who says words with my mouth?

Who looks out with my eyes? What is the soul?
I cannot stop asking.
If I could taste one sip of an answer,
I could break out of this prison for drunks.
I didn't come here of my own accord, and I can't leave that way.
Whoever brought me here, will have to take me home.