Is everything I do, every undertaking doomed to remain unfinished like this? I wanted when I came to you my pulse to beat like the pulse of a tired hero, the brown hairs covering my wrists to stand upright, breathless... My tear ducts to burn, my pupils to hurt... The records to suddenly start playing the most sorrowful folk songs... And all the lovers who are in love wandering around the dens of this huge city, to open their arms to the sky and shout... The buds pushing their shells, the purple clouds that pass carelessly across our sky, let everyone hear that I came to you after all these years... It didn't happen!
Dilaver Cebeci-Blue Song