12 yıldır aynı şarkıyı söyleyen, hagi denen çingeneyi zavallı maradona bellemiş -yokluktan yüksek ihtimal- holiganlıkları zirve yaptığı zamanlarda bile bizim çocuğumuz dedikleri kaptanlarına otostop çocuğu demedikleri kalmış seyirci kitlesine sahip futbol klubü.
ne kadar branş varsa o kadar şampiyonluğa sahip olan spor klubünün erken akıllılarca mecazen çamur atıldığı camiadır fenerbahçe. az sevinir çok sevinir. bazıları anca üçlü çeker sapı ellerinde kalır kupanın.
fenerbahçem sen nelere kadirsin. gassaraylı kayserili olur, beşiktaşlı manisalı olur, trabzonlu karabüklü olur. değişmeyen tek şey fenerin hepsine itelediğidir.
ufukları o kadar geniştir ki hayata karşı sikik bir duruşları olduğundan, diğer normal insanlar onları anlayamazlar. müebbet demişken, en büyük götveren imralı'da yatıyor.
bir insan içine girdikten sonra amiyane tabirle milli olarak, kağıt kalemle dolaşmaya başlar. reel veya sanal ilişkilerinin çetelesini tutmayı alışkanlık haline getirir. çünkü erkeklik budur şekerim.
Primordial spells have been written on water's surface
The abyss silver heart conceals the eternal prayer
Fire and wind contain the timeless secrets of the knowledge
Ancestral spirits of the elemental space materialize their ethereal shape
Dryads, Naiads, Devas, Oreads.
I trust the practice and theory of what is agreed to call magic
I believe in the spirits' evocation, in the power to create magic illusions,
In the visions of truth in the depth of mind.
I believe mind's boundaries shift continually
And different minds can flow together, one into the other,
And create or reveal a unique energy and individual memories are part
Of a great collective memory, the memory of Nature itself.
Perpetual movement eternal rotation, oscillation of the night sky
Oh silence devour the eternity of Time.
As above, so below. My end is my beginning.
100,000 faces
the dream
anagram
memento audere semper
laying in black
queen of forgotten
exorcism to chaos
uneven like clouds
before the apes came
virtual escape from tragedy
atypical suggestions by a dead artist
enlightened
blood and confusion
eleven three o three
irrevent elegy
the divine rapture
omen of delirium
call me
out body experience
prayer of sorrow
vox of anti-time
A misty night, a perfect night
Beneath the cold of the frozen star
You feel the fright, you know I'm near
You never should have come this far
I am alive, you can't kill me
I will survive eternity
Go through the fire walk past the dead
Lost in my eternal maze
Your heart pounds through the mist filled air
Your concentration breaks for me to strike
You've cowered down, you've broken the chain
Now I can freeze your burning eyes
You see me lift the axe, (as) it plunges through your shield
You now begin to panic as you see your chances grow slim
Your running through the endless maze
(You) Turn and I'll be there
A force too strong for you to fight
Your end I'll see tonight
("I'll see your end tonight")
You think you can destroy (me)? You'd better think again
I am eternal terror my quest will never end
I'll trap you in the pentagram
And seal your battered tomb
Your life is just another game
For Satan's night of doom
I haven't thought about you for a while
It seemed so far away
I keep your picture hidden in a file
Of favorite one act plays
Like pieces of myself
Cut off in desperation
As offerings to thee
I keep them on a shelf
They're good for conversation
Over a cup of tea, yeah, cup of tea
I put it all down in a letter once
A letter I don't send
It made me feel much better at the time
I thought it'd help me mend
The pieces of myself
Cut off in desperation
As offerings to thee, yeah
I keep them on a shelf
They're good for conversation
Over a cup of tea, yeah, cup of tea
Diaphanous figure who silent rides death's wisdom
It's said you came when the weary sky was sinking
Into its eternal sleep
And that only your cry would have announced a new dawn
Mistress of the air shaking the fronds of icy hills
Who at dawn caresses the bare branches of foggy plains
You grew up as a lonely witness of existence's foolish theatre
On your visage the signs of a gloomy memory
Your lips wound false innocents' hearing
With painful truths and biting sentences
You knew the inner pleasure of senses
The poetry of wind, the secret of fire
Your will has the strength of thunder
Your spirit the impetus of the final fight
Oh great mother who lavishes love generating hate
Enchanting muse of unspeakable fancies
You will rise again from the ashes
Wrapping the great catastrophes
Pure, joyful and immortal Darkness and light will eternally
Follow you in the temple of the new dreams
In memory of Shadows' Madame.
