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Nikos Kazantzakis
“You have everything but one thing: madness. A man needs a little madness or else - he never dares cut the rope and be free.”
Nikos Kazantzakis, Zorba the Greek

Constantinos P. Cavafy
“You said: “I’ll go to another country, go to another shore,
find another city better than this one.
Whatever I try to do is fated to turn out wrong
and my heart lies buried as though it were something dead.
How long can I let my mind moulder in this place?
Wherever I turn, wherever I happen to look,
I see the black ruins of my life, here,
where I’ve spent so many years, wasted them, destroyed them totally.”

You won’t find a new country, won’t find another shore.
This city will always pursue you. You will walk
the same streets, grow old in the same neighborhoods,
will turn gray in these same houses.
You will always end up in this city. Don’t hope for things elsewhere:
there is no ship for you, there is no road.
As you’ve wasted your life here, in this small corner,
you’ve destroyed it everywhere else in the world.”
C.P. Cavafy

“Bilir misin, deniz, gokyuzu, insanlar gunahsizken ne guzeldir. Bu saatlerde baliklar daha yeni uyanmistir sularda. Yenicami'nin guvercinleri kanat alistiriyorlardir. Insanlarsa en saf, en temiz saatlerdedir. Daha kufure, yalana bulasmamislardir. Elleri, dilleri, gozleri temizdir. Her seyin en temiz, en ari oldugu saatlerde ben de kendimi onlar gibi hissederim”
Mehmet Güler, İstanbul Kanatlı Ben

Charles Bukowski
“The less I needed, the better I felt.”
Charles Bukowski

Orhan Veli Kanık
“I am listening to Istanbul with my eyes closed
The drunkenness of old times
In the wooden seaside villa with its deserted boat house
The roaring Southwestern wind is trapped,
My thoughts are trapped.

I am listening to Istanbul with my eyes closed
A bird is flying around your skirt
I know if your forehead is hot or cold
Or your lips are wet or dry;
Or is a white moon is rising above the hazelnut tree
My heart's fluttering tells me
I am listening to Istanbul with my eyes closed”
Orhan Veli Kanık, Bütün Şiirleri

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