One Body And Fluid Şiiri - Kasım Kobakçı

The dirty blood leaking from the latest blockade,
It drips into the abstract womb of the soil.
A miserable seed cracks while waiting for spring.
The bisector of our thought, descending proudly,
The blood eats.

The pain in our hearts will be relieved.
Why does the pale star fade at dawn?
I don't know the answer, on which mountain is it? ...
A veiled embarrassing girl who gets swept away...

It goes and comes in a strange balance:
Needle? It does not exist in us;
We were both sack and always to us...
Abstract!

Abstre pedestrians' I say to myself.
It is separate from its own behind,
Each one alone, but those around him,
One body and fluid.