Can you hear me if I cry, In my verses; Can you touch, My tears, with your hands? I hadn't known how songs were so lovely, And yet the words so inadequate Before I had fallen into this suffering. I know there is somewhere To say anything about which is possible; I am very close, I can hear; I can not tell...
in his poem Anlatamıyorum (I Can Not Tell, translated by myself on 2013-06-13). Sometimes a photo may describe what we can’t describe with a thousand words.
Long story short, you know your government has failed, when your grandma starts to riot…
Occupy Gezi! Diren Gezi!
- 2013-06-14: Translation of the first quatrain was slightly modified.
- 2013-06-16: More translation fixes.