29 Şubat 2012 Çarşamba

Requiem by Burcu Aşçı




In the nights we are our own Cain,
World's a ship's silence falling deep into a sleepless mythos
As the rose pink of raving bloom on my neck
Murder is an unidentified kiss
...in the last proem of love...

Burcu Aşçı
Şubat 2012
Istanbul
Translated from her poem " Requiem".

1 yorum:

Uftade dedi ki...

çok beğendim :)
takipçinim artık ^^