The Point

"From a certain point on, there is no more turning back. That is the point must be reached."

The Zürau Aphorisms, Kafka

Film Senaryosu

(Pampa bunlari benim turk filmi aksanimla oku...)

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- Zeki nereye kuzum?

- Erenkoydeki kulube gidiyorum. Sofore soyleyin dadi, arabayi hazirlasinlar...

- Neden kulube gidiyorsun kuzum?

- Fabrikator Sedat Bey'in oglu Alfan, ... Evet Al-fan da gelicekmis. Duydum ki tahsilini de bitirmis, koskoca doktor evet doktor da olmus...

- Zeki bi delilik yapma, yeni nisanlandin.

- Hayir dadi, tabi ki yapmiyiciiim. Ferit soyledi, dans ediyormus, tango yapiyormus dadi! Ona musiki derslerini birakmasini soyledim dadi, dans ediyormus nasil olur dadi?

- Evladim bu sinirle gitme, baban cok kizicak! Ya fabrika nolcak?

- Ne? demek Rana da orda olacak, evet Rana da... Akif beyin kizi Rana da! Onu da bogazda tekneyle gormusler, haha zengin zuppeleri, ha hahaha o da benim olacak...Rana da benim olacak...

- Evladim ben oyle bisey demedim, hem nisanlisin sen?

- Uzun ettin dadi, sofor nerde?

(Zeki cikar, Erenkoye gider.)

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Kadir Inanir ile Alfan, buyuk kulupte karsilasir, Kadir onu burosunda agirlar, beyaz kaskolu var ama mevsim yaz...

- Alfan, Alfan ... Buraya gel.
- gel ULEN!
( konusmasina firsat vermez)

- Doktor olmussun, yaman delikanlisin. Bundan boyle wireless engineering, electronic yapmayacaksin. 

Yarindan tezi yok Istanbul jeolojide mastira baslayacaksin. Magara magara geziceksin.

Artik tango yapmayacaksin, erkek adam oynar mi lenn!
Harmandali oynayacaksin, Rana'dan uzak duracaksin. Delikanli adama yakisir mi ulen?
Yildirim nikahiyla kiz kardesimle evleneceksin.

O giydigin sapka da kiminse verin ulen!!
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Haha :) Super olmus! :D Tesekkurler Emre'ye!!!

3 Neruda Poems

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me,
all day I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

I hunger for your sleek laugh, your hands the color of a savage harvest,
hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.

I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,
the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,

and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,
hunting for you, for your hot heart,
like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.

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I like for you to be still
It is as though you are absent
And you hear me from far away
And my voice does not touch you
It seems as though your eyes had flown away
And it seems that a kiss had sealed your mouth
As all things are filled with my soul
You emerge from the things
Filled with my soul
You are like my soul
A butterfly of dream
And you are like the word: Melancholy

I like for you to be still
And you seem far away
It sounds as though you are lamenting
A butterfly cooing like a dove
And you hear me from far away
And my voice does not reach you
Let me come to be still in your silence
And let me talk to you with your silence
That is bright as a lamp
Simple, as a ring
You are like the night
With its stillness and constellations
Your silence is that of a star
As remote and candid

I like for you to be still
It is as though you are absent
Distant and full of sorrow
So you would've died
One word then, One smile is enough
And I'm happy;
Happy that it's not true

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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 life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.

Pablo Neruda

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Laura!

Day, Night, and Twilight

I saw the day part of you. It makes me warm like a glimpse of a smile. It is so child.
I saw the night part of you. It is so woman, but i cannot touch.
I saw the twilight part of you. It is like the rain striking the surface of the sea. It is so human.

Dedem

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