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MUSIC ON MY BEDSIDE
- I can't sleep without music on my bedside.Since my chilhood.
- At least that old love song which come from this little musicbox should sing.
- Definitely, it takes me very old days' unforgetable pictures.
- Human memory is such a weird!
- Supposing that this pictures come alive suddenly, their colours choosen again, they blow you there from there in the old years as if you are in a damaged time machine.
- İmages and times mix each other.
- We can't know which smell belongs which memory.
- But maybe we can know which one is more valuable for us, when the images course as they as if they are crossing the windows of a fast train, one of them shines for a little moment and we want to go back that moment, that image, that unique feeling that we couldn't notice when we felt it; most than everything.
- Some people haven't got a home.
- I spend my life by moving there from there; in hotel rooms, temporary homes, on the roads...
- Now I don't remember that houses which in different corners of the world.
- They say: "Remembering is good." No, it isn't.
- Even if the memories make us smile for a moment, they will go away as if never exist when we extend our hands for touching them.
- Have if our way the memories give only pain.
- I don't have any affection to the things, or any habits to keep the memories.Actually, I often avoid memorice the pictures on my mind.
- But in the truth; didn't my whole life's pictures come so far with me?
- This text belongs "Kürşat Başar (Başucumda Müzik)".
- I'm just trying to translate.
- RumeysaakgnAugust 2015Vota ara!
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