1.
I want to be hanged for you
While I'm alive, Kutlu said
I want to live for you
When I'm about to be hanged...
Which the Hıdrellez fire could not melt,
The July sun could not heat
And which a woman's chapped lips from lust
Could not affect for a moment,
Kutlu's heart melted in a week.
(Kutlu also melted).
2.
I want to undress for you
Before going to bed, said Kutlu
I want to dress for you
Before going outside...
He had feelings waiting to be told,
Passions waiting to be lived,
And loves
Hidden on the lips of a wandering bard.
3.
His love
A glass putty
That a glazier apprentice carries with him
-Which is kept ready to be glued-
Candan is unaware of everything...
May 1993 / Eskişehir TÜRKİYE
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