"high noon"

kendimi koruma icgudum cok gelismisti, disardan bir zarar gelmesi zor oldu hep, ancak icten yikilabilirdi koruyucu duvarlarim. simdi kendime yaptigim bu yine, icten yikiyorum. sinirlar olmadan, kaleler olmadan yasayamiyorum, tek bir parca olunca burusuyor kirisiyor, parcalara bolmek lazim.. bazi parcalari gommek (mezar taslarini unutmamak da).

far away somewhere there is a tea pot i can still hear, and aroma tea that i can smell. and there is a garden, that will remain forever undiscovered, and there is the kitchen window openning into that garden, there are bugs and flies on the shady veranda. shades of leaves are cooler than
the wind itself , brushing the dreams through sleeps.


It’s high noon in California
It’s midnight where you are
..

Goodbye, goodbye, California
Goodbye and I’ll be moving on
I sang you my songs
I know i’m wrong
Fare thee well
And I’ll be moving on

(from Jolie Holland's Escondida album)