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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=458815" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Trio</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">we were the three...Bedirhan..Nazlican and me<br>three mouthes, three hearts, three sworn bullets<br>our names were written on the mountains <br>and on the rocks as trouble<br>a hard duty hanging from our necks<br>crossed guns on our bosoms<br>hands on trigger, ear on the bow string, <br>backs summitted to the soil<br>we embraced each other under the stars as blankets<br>the sea was far, far away<br>and loneliness made us sick<br>all nights, the jackal howlings along the cliffs<br>struck our faces, our breads and our songs and wavered away<br>nazlican rubbed our chests with thyme<br>the air smelled heavily with rhyme<br>we gazed at her secretly<br>in case our hearts would be broken easily<br>mAy be we have lost her in the sound of a pipe of a shepard<br>she joined to the fire flies<br>glittering and exhausting with them<br>she was left as a delicate dead butterfly among us<br>and went in blazes like a bullet, like a mine<br>OH..nazlican..the wild she deer of the wild slopes<br>oh..nazlican..hair combed with the winds<br>how could you go like that<br>to the land of the stars<br>oh nazlican..wounded from her bosom<br>nazlican..you serene plain flower<br>nazlican..you crazy emotion<br>a love butterfly on my bosom on earth<br>nazlican..the soul I have offered to death, <br>and now..we were in distress like a beaten army<br>with worn out parkas and hearts<br>the remainig was the sensing of death<br>the rest was deaf silence<br>we went..with the absence of nazlican in us<br>then they had shot bedirhan in a little valley<br>but he had broken the fierce besieges<br>and gone out <br>then like a gun gliding from the shoulder silently<br>he shivered, his arms fell to his sides helplessly<br>death, surrounded him from everywhere like a nettle thorn<br>his body..like a big tree..tumbled down in the moonlight<br>I streched my arms and touched his eyes with a dropp of tear in my eyes<br>the silenced pulse of his wrist still on my chest<br>it was like a joke<br>it looked he would wake a little later<br>as if he will revive the fire mixing and wrapping a cigarette<br>but death..was faithful to his date as always<br>like nazlican he would never be among us<br>Oh bedirhan...the phantom of the pitch nights<br>oh bedirhan..trouble of the treachery traps<br>were you a man exhausting like this<br>stand up speak to me..speak even a little bit<br>oh bedirhan..his grave..the nest of the eagle<br>bedirhan..the fugitive of the purple mountains, <br>bedirhan..his blue eyes falcon<br>Istabbed a silent dagger in my secret place<br>bedirhan..i have your blood still on my white shirt<br>we were the three..we were the suicide flowers three<br>bedirhan..nazlican and me<br>and I was left alone with a weeping dagger in me</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yusuf HAYALOGLU..Translation metin sahin</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Metin+Sahin">Metin Sahin</a><div class=q>
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three mouthes, three hearts, three sworn bullets
our names were written on the mountains 
and on the rocks as trouble
a hard duty hanging from our necks
crossed guns on our bosoms
hands on trigger, ear..."></div>
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