Poem by Caroline Laurent Turunc
DO YOU REMEMBER ME?
Caress the dreams of the innocent child!
Remember how the woman’s hair was caressed, lying in the branches of innocent pigeons
he doesn’t dare to think about his dream
And to those who think how good they are
Understand innocence as they feel it.
Come home when it gets dark, my mom screaming “don’t be late because it’s dark”
i listened to it when i got home
On the way home I think about how to say innocence
Then I threw that thought on the ground and went into the house and saw my mother crying.
It was white, I saw all the dreams in his face and face … and they saw me in them, I wanted to destroy them in the sand … … “
I asked my mother the reason for her sadness in the softest voice as if comforting a Lover.
He replied! Sadness is a white dove that does not come close to the battlefield,” said the son.
stones on the backs of those who did not leave the country
I laughed to ease the sadness. For God’s sake, what plate will they feed a child if they don’t have good hearts like wars in breakups?
I told my mom I’m going too
Remember that wild birds also go for no reason
To places that seem like a gentle breeze for no reason
That’s why my mom said take me with you when you go
As heir to the throne, not for you
I have to sacrifice my freedom to create and come
We are the creators of choices.
And if I’m responsible for my age
Yes I will come with you son
Even though I’m like a poor prayer
Barefoot like the river under the shadows
And even if you fade like lilies in the waters, I’ll go
We fell on the thorny paths that surrounded us
I’m not used to these. Of course I’m not.
As the shadows slowly dissipate… even if life gets used to it
Like I don’t know what it’s like to be in love
Don’t forget son!
This door and back are in the mirror of your heart
Our property, everything we own
behind the door
If stories aren’t told behind doors
The door disappears and can be opened again at any time.
Handkerchiefs that do not belong to us. For lovers are not what we leave at the last minute
Station lights … with treacherous tears on the platform
What we say is the legend of everything that does not belong to us What we should travel without taking anything from our trips
But no one likes to travel, especially at train stations.
everything seeks new places of persecution
And before we go home, think about what we lost for a while son
Look what happened, my heart is still beating, right?
I admire my heart and
to my tears…
On all the beaches that have accumulated the ocean, but are timeless while there is still time.
Turn your back on me, what is this herd?
How sweetly they persuade a wind-loving tree to deceive
Fluid to walk on this endless road with branches and wind
I’m slow and careful until my heart stops
on this endless and endless road
I have nothing to lose but dust…
my ability to enter the poet’s notebook
We all have what makes life worth living in this world:
The sun is like the moon and the rain is like a cloud
to the smell of bread at dawn,
from women to men and children
From the beginning of love
To thorns and straw
from living mothers to fathers
and in memory of the attackers
we’ve been through a lot in the land of fearlessness
I had a girlfriend, I had a house, the flowers got better as they bloomed
in the gardens that don’t make you tremble…
Anyone who doesn’t say a word gets hurt
The air is freezing on me
My boobs are between my fingers.
They caress my cold lungs
They asked the truth, where are you?
I only dreamed with you
I’m here with a stranger on an unfamiliar day
Then I hugged me tightly and I said if I bribe you will you remember me here? Maybe one day, maybe in a short century…