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 he
weather is getting stronger,
Preparing the necessary conditions…
I keep
on waiting,
But, it does not come and
this makes me impatient.
No matter what I feel, it does not look as if it is going to
come..
Then, all of a sudden it puts the first kiss on the glass window
as if it is saying
‘’You see, I’ve come.
I am here…’’
I immediately stand up to look, but I cannot see it clearly.
Have I been mistaken?
In the twilight I try to follow the light coming from the lamp
of a
car with my eyes.
I know that it would be seen clearly in that beam of light.
Just to be sure I am looking at lamp on the street too.
Oh! Yes…
Yes, of course it has come…
In the warmth of my room I can feel the cold outside..
Nobody is aware of this.
What pleases me most is the way it snows very slowly in front of
my eyes,
Then becomes faster,
Afterwards, with a wonderful rhtym it is carried from one side
to the other.
How pleasant this is for the eye and the spirit.
It falls down on the road, rolls over like a carpet and covers
everywhere.
It is snowing. The snow flakes are falling in a very delicate
manner.
I watch this and get carried away with it.
It takes me to some places.
Maybe it is not aware of its beauty.
I am
not going to tell how beautiful it looks
While I am almost drunk with this composition and while I had
completely surrendered
myself , all of a sudden my eyes catch the sight
of
the new little
buds in the garden.
This time I start thinking forgetting about the snow.
They have opened too early. They are mistakeni
They have received the signal for start without waiting for the
spring.
This flower bud whose smell I am going inhale slowly into myself
is going to freeze in the cold.
It looks as if the bud cannot get along with the snow.
I must do something to save it, but how ???
The snow is surrounding everywhere, every place.
It is swallowing the buds with hatred and grasping them firmly
in his hands.
The bud perceives how helpless it is.
I almost get frozen when I witness this,
When I see how a beauty is destroying another beauty.
The master who have created both of them is the same, but
The qualities which they share, which join them are not the
same.
In spite of
these, now everything gets lost in my eyes.
I look at the further distance…
I can see that far far away in a distant place, the snow, me and
the bud are getting lost….
İstanbul,
April 2nd 2000
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