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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.

• 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.

• 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)".