POEMS BY MIRZABEYOGLU – FROM ‘EDDY’

The roads are bunch inside me
My wish was in the heart
While melting, while watching the candle
My eyes were on the watch
A beautiful unknown invitation
It was an imaginary composition
While I was exhausted lost
It was the thing that pulled out
That I run away it’s not possible
It was a hand that caught
The trail is still deep inside me
It was something like something
What is it, what was it, my God?

(…)

Come, passenger of my way,
Find me when I’m looking for you
Come before the flood
Come find me, my love

The longing written by the pen is big.

– Salih Mirzabeyoglu, EDDY, 2nd Ed., IBDA Publications, pp 11, 76

(Translated by Sare Kartoğlu)

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Not every deep is good
Is every beautiful deep?

Where is it, altogether
Both deep and beautiful?

What’s written by the pen is my truth.

– Salih Mirzabeyoğlu, Eddy, 2nd Ed., IBDA Publications, p. 27

(Translated by Sare Kartoğlu)

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The galaxy in the sky is not different from the straw road
Something is not going well, my mouth tastes bad.

What’s written by the pen is today’s lack of secret.

– Salih Mirzabeyoğlu, Eddy, 2nd Ed., IBDA Publications, Istanbul 2014, p. 28

(Translated by Sare Kartoğlu)

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Here is the key – there is death, too
Everything, everything – why to live?
The key to life – the death is an invisible village
The key to life – the future ahead of me
The key to life – I have work now to do
The key to life – eat, drink and roll
The key to life – building and adultery
The key to life – the account in the bank
The key to life – the graveyard is a lie
The key to life – the truth is a prison.
The key to life – ticktocks of the clock
While you are saying “the key to..”, closed the door
They call “life”!..

What’s written by the pen is the doors knocked.

– Salih Mirzabeyoğlu, Eddy, 2nd Ed., IBDA Publications, Istanbul 2014, p. 36

(Translated by Sare Kartoğlu)

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