my head foaming clouds, sea inside me and out I am a walnut tree in Gulhane Park an old walnut, knot by knot, shred by shred Neither you are aware of this, nor the police
I am a walnut tree in Gulhane Park My leaves are nimble, nimble like fish in water My leaves are sheer, sheer like a silk handkerchief pick, wipe, my rose, the tear from your eyes My leaves are my hands, I have one hundred thousand I touch you with one hundred thousand hands, I touch Istanbul My leaves are my eyes, I look in amazement I watch you with one hundred thousand eyes, I watch Istanbul Like one hundred thousand hearts, beat, beat my leaves
I am a walnut tree in Gulhane Park neither you are aware of this, nor the police
"Walnut Tree" by Nazim Hikmet
*** *** *** From May 1st Celebrations. I tried to photograph the people watching the activities.
The girl was coming from through the police search to the arena of celebrations.
The people with the blue uniforms in the background are policemen.
ne sen bunu farkindasin ne de polis farkinda.. cok güzel görmüssün ve düsünmüssün ayrica Nazim Hikmet' in siiriyle paylastigin icin cok tesekkür ederim..
Dogrusu, gurultu ozel bir anlam katmiyorsa gurultu eklemek istemiyorum; ama biraz kayip hissi vermek istedim. Bu seride bir ikinciyi sindi ekleyecegim. Onda hic gurultu yok. Arka plandaki insanlarin kayip havasi verdigini dusundum onda da...
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