Ella Frances Sanders
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Ella Frances Sanders
I want to be the reason you look down at your phone and smile.
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The longing of a lover to integrate into another lover, we were born to migrate, we were born to melt iron, to turn it into rails. How my first language isn’t enough for me. I need to say I love you in yours too. To let you know that, darling, I will swallow flags for you. I need you to know that no country will ever put boundaries on my love for you, My country let me down when I was a young girl, and it never apologized. I believed in men before I believed in culture. I believe blood isn’t thicker than the oceans. I believe you learned my language. I believe I already speak yours. And it means something to me, that I can only write to you when I am on the train to the capital. Darling, culture is the new playboy. You think my accent is alcohol on ice. And I admire your country, but I adore you. And I wear too many rings, and I bite your lips too hard, like a true foreigner. Darling, I am a godddamn immigrant. And I’ve stolen many languages but none can translate my deathless love for you. I turn my compass to you, every time.
The Colonist From The Immigration Series by Royla Asghar (via poems-of-madness)
Bira içerken saçları uzun Parmakları korkunç ve kalabalık Bir gece Aksaray’da hiç unutmam Yüzümü ellemişti galiba Denize doğru gittikçe artan Bu yüz benim yüzümdü olsa olsa
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Aşkın da zamanı var. Hani filmleri izlersin, en güzel filmidir zamanının sonra yıllar geçer o filmi özler tekrar izlersin ama ne renkleri aynıdır ne sesleri. Zamanı var filmlerin, ve aşkların. Zaman geçer özlersin, o tadı alamazsın o tadı özlersin ama o zamana dönemezsin...
Bazı adamlar, incitmeden sevemezdi.. Kırardı, dökerdi, yangınlar bırakırdı arkalarında… Bazı adamlarsa, tüm geçmişi unutturur, parmak uçlarından öperdi. Süreyalizm
“yine gelsen, yine severim seni…”
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How far I go... I noticed that, I can’t go far away from myself.