My last tens days in New York... I feel like I have a lot of things to say, but I cannot find the correct words. They don't come.
It tastes as though leaving something you have imagined but you have already forgotten behind. Maybe an understanding of the time, your body, and the distance. Maybe missing someone you have fallen in love with. Maybe, the taste of the constant conflicts in your thoughts. It is as though not to have the strength to stop the waves and surrounding yourself in the end. A strong feeling of facing yourself and unknown.
An old song that makes me think every time I listen.
Would you have time to sit and think?
You don't understand before you lose them
Your loved ones are at the end of the road.
Hug that person at every chance,
Instead of crying after they're gone.
Won't bring them back no matter how much you cry.
Maybe they're standing by you,
Your mom and dad, as much as they can,
Even your (older) brother's 47.
Life is like a black box
It opens for everyone when the day comes
But if you ask, it's always too late.
Don't think our good days are over
Maybe we'll never have any better.
But every day is beautiful still,
It's obvious it's hard to stay close
Always easiest to stay far.
But the hardest is to be alone
Maybe your first lover's sleeping
Next to you, on your left side
Every memory is hung on your wall
Life is like a black box
It opens for everyone when the day comes
But if you ask, it's always too late.
Maybe your first lover's sleeping
Next to you, on your left side
Every memory is hung on your wall
Life is like a black box
It opens for everyone when the day comes
But if you ask, it's always too late.
"Cok zaman once, henuz gencken ve anilarim tazeyken, onun hakkinda yazmayi bir kac kez denedim. Ama tek bir satir bile yazamadim. Biliyordum, ilk satiri yazabilsem gerisi kendiliginden gelecekti, ama basaramiyordum bu ilk satiri yazmayi. Her sey fazlasiyla belirgindi, acikti ve nereden baslayacagimi bilmiyordum. Nasil bir harita, asiri ayrintili oldugunda pek ise yaramazsa, oyleydi iste. Ama simdi biliyorum ki, ancak ve ancak eksik kalmis dusunceler ve anilar, yazinin mukemmel olmayan teknesine dolusabilir. Naoko'yla ilgili anilarim her gecen gun biraz daha silindikce, onu gitgide daha iyi anliyorum. Simdi artik neden benden onu unutmami istedigini biliyorum. Kuskusuz bunu Naoko da biliyordu. Onun bende kalan anisinin er yada gec silinecegini. Iste tam da bu yuzden onu unutmamam icin yalvarmis ve onun var oldugunu hep hatirlamami istemisti."
"Who has drank will drink, who has dreamed will dream. He will not give up that alluring abyss, that sound of the fathomless, that the entrance into forbidden, that effort to handle the impalpable and to see the invisible; he returns to it, bends over it, he takes one step forward, then two; and thus it is that one penetrates into the impenetrable and there is that one finds the boundless release of infinite mediations."
Here I go out to sea again
The sunshine fills my hair
And dreams hang in the air
Gulls in the sky and in my blue eye
You know it feels unfair
There's magic everywhere
Look at me standing
Here on my own again
Up straight in the sunshine
No need to run and hide
It's a wonderful, wonderful life
No need to laugh and cry
It's a wonderful, wonderful life
The sun's in your eyes
the heat is in your hair
They seem to hate you
because you're there
And I need a friend
oh I need a friend
to make me happy
Not stand here on my own
Look at me standing
Here on my own again
Up straight in the sunshine
No need to run and hide
It's a wonderful, wonderful life
No need to laugh and cry
It's a wonderful, wonderful life
I need a friend, oh I need a friend
To make me happy, not so alone
Look at me here
Here on my own again
Up straight in the sunshine
No need to run and hide
It's a wonderful, wonderful life
No need to laugh and cry
It's a wonderful, wonderful life
No need to run and hide
It's a wonderful, wonderful life
No need to laugh and cry
It's a wonderful, wonderful life
