<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756215964498003637</id><updated>2012-02-16T10:51:10.206-08:00</updated><category term='asker'/><title type='text'>We were always much more human than we wish to be</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencedesire.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756215964498003637/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencedesire.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>silenceDesire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230762432666388313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hg8MDufOkaI/TuNL9_MOgYI/AAAAAAAAABw/0zJXPjofn7M/s220/205660_831303803432_8118693_41665070_6207814_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756215964498003637.post-1666505759910698047</id><published>2011-12-10T04:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T04:06:55.118-08:00</updated><title type='text'>somebody that i used to know</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8UVNT4wvIGY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is weird. It chases you with the same speed at all times. it is just that sometimes you are not a fit for that speed and sometimes you are way ahead! you make decisions and decisions make you. usually they make you into who you are but at times you face fighting the demons they create in you that you had no intention to have before. you don't always get to make lemonade, few times it will give you stomach acid. sometimes you don't even know which one you prefer because you don't get healthy just because you make lemonades all the time. you have to taste the sour to create something different. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, no. life chases you as you chase it back. but i stagger mostly. I get lazy. I don't want to make decisions, i want to see where they will take me. I keep waiting. I want to keep a low profile. I don't want to think everything over. will it take me somewhere someday? huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking at the progress I made so far, maybe it is just not my time to reach there yet? it makes me feel good to write though. i keep writing. maybe my answer is somewhere in that. hope it hits me hard so i can realize one day what i was born to do in this lifetime...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756215964498003637-1666505759910698047?l=silencedesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencedesire.blogspot.com/feeds/1666505759910698047/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756215964498003637&amp;postID=1666505759910698047' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756215964498003637/posts/default/1666505759910698047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756215964498003637/posts/default/1666505759910698047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencedesire.blogspot.com/2011/12/life-is-weird.html' title='somebody that i used to know'/><author><name>silenceDesire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230762432666388313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hg8MDufOkaI/TuNL9_MOgYI/AAAAAAAAABw/0zJXPjofn7M/s220/205660_831303803432_8118693_41665070_6207814_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/8UVNT4wvIGY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756215964498003637.post-7482483132213082626</id><published>2010-10-19T02:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T02:33:40.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He is a kind of Magic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FytMNBUR2CQ"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what Queen was thinking when they chose the name for "It is a kind if Magic" but I am definitely thinking about a special person when I hear it. He is the kind who makes you happy, who makes you feel like going creative and expressing yourself. For me, words are better than images... they make you think... I feel like writing like crazy, express myself, list the things that make him special. But I wont do it. Wont jinx it this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know when some light comes through your blinds, it makes you happy unconsciously? Even though your blinds are shut, you still know that sun is shining behind the blinds, you feel happy to know. He is like that. my vision is blocked by my blinds but I can see the light coming through. there is more to him than his good-looks. He is shining, my sun. Beyond my blinds, he is shining. I feel the warmth and brightness of the light on my skin. I like it. It is is like a bunch of sun stripes on your wall on a freezing winter day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it. I love him. my kind of magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Askim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756215964498003637-7482483132213082626?l=silencedesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencedesire.blogspot.com/feeds/7482483132213082626/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756215964498003637&amp;postID=7482483132213082626' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756215964498003637/posts/default/7482483132213082626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756215964498003637/posts/default/7482483132213082626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencedesire.blogspot.com/2010/10/he-is-kind-of-magic.html' title='He is a kind of Magic'/><author><name>silenceDesire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230762432666388313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hg8MDufOkaI/TuNL9_MOgYI/AAAAAAAAABw/0zJXPjofn7M/s220/205660_831303803432_8118693_41665070_6207814_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756215964498003637.post-3221962601995846483</id><published>2010-08-22T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T06:36:28.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what is going on?!</title><content type='html'>I have been reading my old posts. For the last two years, I've been complaining about doing nothing! I am still there! I am still studying, hopefully, I will be a professor one day... I am a lazy person, who used to be filled with joy and think. Now i am in the flow, I dont even know how the days pass. Everyday is a new version of the last day without any upgrades. Complaining about something for years and actually trying to take action is another. I see now I chose to complain. Dont get me wrong, I am a happy person! I am still better off than many many many people in the world and I know how to appreciate that. Yet, the most important thing for me is self-development which apparently is the last thing I am doing for a couple of years now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need the strength to take action. Hope it comes around soon..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756215964498003637-3221962601995846483?l=silencedesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencedesire.blogspot.com/feeds/3221962601995846483/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756215964498003637&amp;postID=3221962601995846483' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756215964498003637/posts/default/3221962601995846483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756215964498003637/posts/default/3221962601995846483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencedesire.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-is-going-on.html' title='what is going on?!'/><author><name>silenceDesire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230762432666388313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hg8MDufOkaI/TuNL9_MOgYI/AAAAAAAAABw/0zJXPjofn7M/s220/205660_831303803432_8118693_41665070_6207814_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756215964498003637.post-2156193003585773354</id><published>2008-06-26T04:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T04:23:38.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>onu ben oldurdum</title><content type='html'>2001'de yazdigim bir deneme. afiyetle okuyunuz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hayir yanlis dusunuyorlar. olum, fiziksel, yuzeydeki gelip gecici birsey degil. sadece insanlar icin degil, ama insanlar icin &lt;br /&gt;de sadece somut degil. birilerini topragin altina gommeden ya da kullerini yakmadan da oldurebilirim. bazilari, bazi insanlar &lt;br /&gt;icin yasamayi haketmez.O da bunlardan biri. icimdeki buyuk sevgiden kurtulup, kendini olume suruklemesini tepkisiz izledim. &lt;br /&gt;hergun yanimda, hergun cevremde ama ortalikta dolasan ruhsuz bi hayalet gibi. olmeden once de ruhu yoktu, hayaletinde olmasini &lt;br /&gt;da beklemiyordum. onu boyle gormek beni uzuyordu, onun her an gulen gozlerini, alayli konusmalarini, cirkin mimiklerini &lt;br /&gt;ozledigimi farkediyordum. ama birgun durdum. bu beni etkilememeliydi. yapilan hicbirsey benim sucum degildi. yaptigim sadece &lt;br /&gt;uzaktan oturup izlemekti. bunun icin iliskimizi bitirdiginde hic sasirmadim. hafif bir burukluk oldu. gozlerimi kapadigimda &lt;br /&gt;yuzunu goruyordum, herkeste onun ozelliklerini arayip , cok basit birseyde sirf ona benzedigi icin etkileniyordum. yok hayir &lt;br /&gt;onu sevmiyordum bunu biliyorum. o kadar kirdiktan sonra beni, hala onu sevemezdim ki. bu sadece ona, daha dogrusu onu sevme &lt;br /&gt;sebeplerime duydugum bir ozlemdi. su anda ondan cok uzak olan ,kaybettigi ve belki yeniden bulamayacagi kisiligine olan &lt;br /&gt;ozlemdi. onun en sevdigim yonu buydu. birgun bunu kaybettigini farkettim. tepkisiz gecirdigim donemde benden sogumasini &lt;br /&gt;beklemiyordum sessiz kabugumda.. sadece onun degistigini kabullenmeye calisiyordum. benim kabullendigimi farketmis olacak ki &lt;br /&gt;bana tek bir kelime soylemeden bitirdi herseyi. ne bir sebep, ne de baska birsey.. ama bu degisimin onu benden soguttugundan &lt;br /&gt;hic suphem yoktu. kabullenmek bana bu insani oldurmemde yardimci oldu. onu hep sevdigim haliyle hatirlamak icin &lt;br /&gt;birilerine, birseylere yalvarmam lazimdi. hayir artik tanriya yalvaramazdim. Simdiye kadarkiler ne ise yaradi? bu da &lt;br /&gt;yaramayacakti.. hayir artik inanmiyordum bana yardimci olacagina, kendim cozmeliydim onu yok etmemi saglayacak sorunu.. once &lt;br /&gt;onu onemsememeye basladim, sonra baskalarina yoneldim.. en sonunda onun bi kaza gecirip, oldugu dusuncesine kendimi alistirdim. &lt;br /&gt;hayir, onun icin aci cekmiyordum, uzulmuyordum. ama degisimi kabullendigim gibi ayrildigimizi, artik olmadigini da &lt;br /&gt;kabullenmeliydim. bu yuzden onu oldurdum. cok trajikti olumu ustelik. "kalbi sevgi dolu, duvarin koseesinde duran genc kizdan &lt;br /&gt;kir cicekleri almis, sonra benle bulusmak icin onceden kararlastirdigimiz gibi ormandaki kapali cay bahcemize gidiyormus. o kadar &lt;br /&gt;ozlemis ki beni gecen her saniyeyi kayip sayip , zaman kaybetmemek icin arabanin hizini yukseltmis. sis onundeki viraji &lt;br /&gt;gormesine engel olmus ve ucurumdan asagiya arabayla cakilmisti. ben de onu beklemekten sikilmis eve donmustum. telefon &lt;br /&gt;calmisti ve onun olum haberi gelmisti. agliyordum, kosarak hastaneye gittigim zaman, onun cansiz bedenine dokunmus ve onun gibi &lt;br /&gt;ben de olmustum. bedenen degildi olumum, sadece onun sevdigi Jenny olmustu. artik kimseyi onun kadar sevemeyecek, hayati &lt;br /&gt;boyunca herkesle onu karsilastiracak, onu sevmeyi birakip ona her zaman ozlem duyacak bir Jenny vardi ona dokunan vucutta. &lt;br /&gt;eve donuyordum ve hicbirsey olmamis gibi, o hic yasanmamis gibi hayatima devam ediyordum. bazen olen Jason'i ozlemek disinda &lt;br /&gt;hicbirsey kalmiyordu icimde." sonra hayat eskisi gibi devam etti. artik "O" yanimda ruhsuz bi hayalet olarak dolasmaya, ben &lt;br /&gt;ise onu farketmemeye calisiyordum. onlayken onsuz yasamayi ogrendim. kosarsam boynuna sarilip opebilecegimi biliyorken, ona &lt;br /&gt;arkami donup yasamaya basladim. &lt;br /&gt;Ama herseye ragmen; hala sana ozlem duyuyorum, hala oldurdugun ruhunu, kisiligini seviyorum. Oldurdugun &lt;br /&gt;insani seviyorum, ruhunu serbest birak ve hayata don! sana ihtiyacim var!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756215964498003637-2156193003585773354?l=silencedesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencedesire.blogspot.com/feeds/2156193003585773354/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756215964498003637&amp;postID=2156193003585773354' title='2 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756215964498003637/posts/default/2156193003585773354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756215964498003637/posts/default/2156193003585773354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencedesire.blogspot.com/2008/06/onu-ben-oldurdum.html' title='onu ben oldurdum'/><author><name>silenceDesire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230762432666388313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hg8MDufOkaI/TuNL9_MOgYI/AAAAAAAAABw/0zJXPjofn7M/s220/205660_831303803432_8118693_41665070_6207814_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756215964498003637.post-5708676500908007607</id><published>2008-06-17T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T04:23:49.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what about now?</title><content type='html'>the semester is over, I 've got to find myself some new things to do! I hate that I am doing nothing! I have to create something, find something new. I should do something to improve my life skills, my qualifications. I have to work on something rather than the handcraft that I'm doing now because I am bored! boredom! boredom! gotta go...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756215964498003637-5708676500908007607?l=silencedesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencedesire.blogspot.com/feeds/5708676500908007607/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756215964498003637&amp;postID=5708676500908007607' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756215964498003637/posts/default/5708676500908007607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756215964498003637/posts/default/5708676500908007607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencedesire.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-about-now.html' title='what about now?'/><author><name>silenceDesire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230762432666388313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hg8MDufOkaI/TuNL9_MOgYI/AAAAAAAAABw/0zJXPjofn7M/s220/205660_831303803432_8118693_41665070_6207814_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756215964498003637.post-2954643832774474516</id><published>2008-04-04T04:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T04:34:18.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>back</title><content type='html'>evetttt, neden oldugunu bilmedigim uzuncana bir ara verdim. yazmadim. yazmak gelmedi içimden. zaten yazdigimda da hep agresif oldugumu gordum. kizdim kendime bu aralar biraz. sakinlesmeye calisiyorum. insan sevgim azaldi. kimseye tahammul edemiyorum. anlamlandirmaya calisiyorum. olmuyor. cok anlamsiz. ama insanlari sevmiyorum. aslinda insanlarin hepsinden degil. ahhh cok yakin arkadaslarim, ailem ve erkek arkadasim disinda kimseyi umursamiyorum. her yaptıkları gözüme batıyor, her laflarina alinip snirleniyorum. bıktım sanırım insanlardan. yazma neşem bile kalmadi. bu hislerin hepsinin mutlu oldugum bir donemimde hayatimda olmasi beni daha cok sinirlendiriyor. bir dokulmek istedim. ama yine de yazasim yok. iki yuzluluk yapamayacagim...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756215964498003637-2954643832774474516?l=silencedesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencedesire.blogspot.com/feeds/2954643832774474516/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756215964498003637&amp;postID=2954643832774474516' title='0 Yorum'/><link 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value="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="id=78934206&amp;width=1337" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="450" flashvars="id=78934206&amp;width=1337" height="608" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/78934206/"&gt;nature song&lt;/a&gt; by ~&lt;a class="u" href="http://bijouu.deviantart.com/"&gt;BiJouu&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com"&gt;deviant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com"&gt;ART&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a boy&lt;br /&gt;A very strange, enchanted boy&lt;br /&gt;They say he wandered very far, very far&lt;br /&gt;Over land and sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little shy&lt;br /&gt;And sad of eye&lt;br /&gt;But very wise&lt;br /&gt;Was he&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then one day&lt;br /&gt;The magic day he passed my way&lt;br /&gt;And while we spoke of many things&lt;br /&gt;Fools and kings&lt;br /&gt;This he said to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The greatest thing&lt;br /&gt;You'll ever learn&lt;br /&gt;Is just to love&lt;br /&gt;And be loved&lt;br /&gt;In return."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Moulin Rouge.&lt;br /&gt;A nightclub.&lt;br /&gt;A dancehall and a bardello.&lt;br /&gt;Kingdom of night time pleasures.&lt;br /&gt;Where the rich and powerful&lt;br /&gt;came to play with the young&lt;br /&gt;and beautiful creatures of the underworld.&lt;br /&gt;The most beautiful of all these was the woman I loved.&lt;br /&gt;Satine.&lt;br /&gt;A courtesan.&lt;br /&gt;She sold her love to men.&lt;br /&gt;They called her the sparkling diamond&lt;br /&gt;And she was the star&lt;br /&gt;Of the Moulin Rouge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/I3WHZ5vcyWo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param 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frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben kelimenin tam anlamıyla bir Queen aşığıyım. Bu aşk küçükken önünden kalkmadığım televizyonda duydugum birkaç melodiyle başladı.  Freddie Mercury’nin o mükemmel sesine aşık olmamak mümkün müydü ki?  Benim için değil. Zaten benim için Queen aslında Freddie Mercury sanırım.  Diğer Queen üyelerini beğenmiyor muyum? Hayır, ne haddime!!! Bir Brian May olmak basit birşey değil. Brian May, John Deacon ve Roger Taylor da süper müzisyenler fakat Queen’i Queen yapan Freddie’den başkası değil diye düşünüyorum.&lt;br /&gt;Freddie Mercury’ye olan hayranlığımı, sevgimi ve özlemimi bugün bir kere daha anladım. Bazılarımızın hiç görmediği ama mektup ya da internetten hayatlarımızın bir parçası olmuş insanlar vardır. Sıkıntılarımızı paylaştığımız, yeri geldiğinde özlediğimiz... Freddie Mercury benim için hep onlardan biri oldu. Sesi benim için sığınılan şeylerden biri. Onu bir müzisyeni sevdiğimiz gibi sevmiyorum, onu kuzenimi , arkadaşımı sever gibi seviyorum. Oturup kliplerini izledim yine az önce... hep boğazımda bir düğüm oluyor. Belki daha erken doğsaydım, farklı bir coğrafyada doğsaydım, onu bir kere canlı görebilirdim belki. Onunla gerçek anlamda tanışmam onun ölümünden sonra oldu. Çok üzücü birşey bu. Muhtemelen ben çizgi filmlerimin bitip haberlerin başladığına üzüldüğüm 24 Kasım 1991 günü, Freddie Mercury’nin ölüm haberi vardı. Ama tanımıyordum bile....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bu gece “Who Wants to Live Forever” ve “It’s A Hard Life” şarkılarının klibini izleyince gözlerim doldu yine. “Nasıl bu kadar içten söyleyebiliyor? bunların kaçını söylerken öleceğini biliyordu?” soruları kafamı doldurdu. Üzüldüm. Ben o  hayattayken ondan haberim olmamasına ragmen yokluğunda onu özlüyorum. Kalbimden bir parça kopmuş gibi hissediyorum. Ruhun olduğu yerde huzuru bulmuştur umarım Freddie... Senin gibi bir ses ve yetenek asırda bir zor gelir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who lives forever anyway... Rest In Peace... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a hard life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YFwOe0EPOJs&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YFwOe0EPOJs&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756215964498003637-9076078847625198761?l=silencedesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencedesire.blogspot.com/feeds/9076078847625198761/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756215964498003637&amp;postID=9076078847625198761' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756215964498003637.post-1759011422292495402</id><published>2008-02-20T13:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T04:38:50.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/jtoncUzV6nA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bir insanın gulumsemesi icinizi mutluluk, huzur ve guvenle doldurdu mu hic? hayatımı o gulumsemeyi izleyerek gecirebilirim sanirim. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She never took the train alone&lt;br /&gt;She hated being on her own&lt;br /&gt;She always took me by the hands&lt;br /&gt;And say she needs me&lt;br /&gt;She never wanted love to fail&lt;br /&gt;She always hoped that it was real&lt;br /&gt;She’d look me in the eyes&lt;br /&gt;And say believe me&lt;br /&gt;And then night becomes the day&lt;br /&gt;And there’s nothing left to say&lt;br /&gt;If there’s nothing left to say&lt;br /&gt;Then something’s wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh tonight you killed me with your smile&lt;br /&gt;So beautiful and wild so beautiful...&lt;br /&gt;Oh tonight you killed me with your smile&lt;br /&gt;So beautiful and wild so beautiful and wild&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as the hands would turn with time&lt;br /&gt;She’d always say hat she was my mine&lt;br /&gt;She’d turn and lend a smile&lt;br /&gt;To say that she’s gone&lt;br /&gt;But in a whisper she’d arrive&lt;br /&gt;And dance into my life&lt;br /&gt;Like a music melody like a lovers song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh tonight you killed me with your smile&lt;br /&gt;So beautiful and wild so beautiful...&lt;br /&gt;Oh tonight you killed me with your smile&lt;br /&gt;So beautiful and wild so beautiful and wild&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the darkest night&lt;br /&gt;Comes the brightest light&lt;br /&gt;And the light that shines&lt;br /&gt;Is deep inside&lt;br /&gt;It’s who you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh tonight you killed me with your smile&lt;br /&gt;So beautiful and wild so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Oh tonight you killed me with your smile&lt;br /&gt;So beautiful and wild so beautiful, beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Oh tonight you killed me with your smile&lt;br /&gt;So beautiful and wild so beautiful and wild&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So beautiful and wild...&lt;br /&gt;So beautiful and wild...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756215964498003637-1759011422292495402?l=silencedesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencedesire.blogspot.com/feeds/1759011422292495402/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756215964498003637&amp;postID=1759011422292495402' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756215964498003637/posts/default/1759011422292495402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756215964498003637/posts/default/1759011422292495402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencedesire.blogspot.com/2008/02/she-never-took-train-alone-she-hated.html' title=''/><author><name>silenceDesire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230762432666388313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hg8MDufOkaI/TuNL9_MOgYI/AAAAAAAAABw/0zJXPjofn7M/s220/205660_831303803432_8118693_41665070_6207814_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/jtoncUzV6nA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756215964498003637.post-1985370731533672729</id><published>2008-02-06T15:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T15:16:44.204-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aLFII0dZ8GI&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aLFII0dZ8GI&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tori Amos - Famous Blue Raincoat&lt;br /&gt;(Leonard Cohen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's four in the morning, the end of December&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing you now just to see if you're better&lt;br /&gt;New York is cold but I like where I'm living&lt;br /&gt;There's music on Clinton Street all through the evening.&lt;br /&gt;I hear that you're building your little house deep in the desert&lt;br /&gt;you're living for nothing now&lt;br /&gt;I hope you're keeping some kind of a record&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes and Jane came by with a lock of your hair&lt;br /&gt;she said that you gave it to her&lt;br /&gt;that night that you planned to go clear&lt;br /&gt;did you ever go clear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last time I saw you, you looked so much older&lt;br /&gt;your famous blue raincoat was torn at the shoulder&lt;br /&gt;you'd been to the station to meet every train&lt;br /&gt;you came home alone without Lili Marlene.&lt;br /&gt;and you treated my woman to flake of your life&lt;br /&gt;and when she came back she was nobody's wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, I see you there with a rose in your teeth&lt;br /&gt;one more thin gypsy thief&lt;br /&gt;well, I see Jane's awake&lt;br /&gt;she sends her regards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what can I tell you my brother, my killer&lt;br /&gt;what can I possibly say&lt;br /&gt;I guess that I miss you, I guess I forgive you&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you stood in my way.&lt;br /&gt;if you ever come by here for Jane or for me&lt;br /&gt;well, your enemy is sleeping and your woman is free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, and thanks for the trouble you took from her eyes&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was there for good so I never tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Jane came by with a lock of you hair&lt;br /&gt;she said that you gave it to her&lt;br /&gt;that night that you planned to go clear&lt;br /&gt;sincerely, L. Cohen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756215964498003637-1985370731533672729?l=silencedesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencedesire.blogspot.com/feeds/1985370731533672729/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756215964498003637&amp;postID=1985370731533672729' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756215964498003637/posts/default/1985370731533672729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756215964498003637/posts/default/1985370731533672729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencedesire.blogspot.com/2008/02/tori-amos-famous-blue-raincoat-leonard.html' title=''/><author><name>silenceDesire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230762432666388313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hg8MDufOkaI/TuNL9_MOgYI/AAAAAAAAABw/0zJXPjofn7M/s220/205660_831303803432_8118693_41665070_6207814_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756215964498003637.post-5355104038146384030</id><published>2008-01-13T11:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T11:31:12.449-08:00</updated><title type='text'>scrap</title><content type='html'>just in need to write the things that i care about these days... just bec. of those f*cking finals, i cant do it! damn... 3 more dayss....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756215964498003637-5355104038146384030?l=silencedesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencedesire.blogspot.com/feeds/5355104038146384030/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756215964498003637&amp;postID=5355104038146384030' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756215964498003637/posts/default/5355104038146384030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756215964498003637/posts/default/5355104038146384030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencedesire.blogspot.com/2008/01/scrap.html' title='scrap'/><author><name>silenceDesire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230762432666388313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hg8MDufOkaI/TuNL9_MOgYI/AAAAAAAAABw/0zJXPjofn7M/s220/205660_831303803432_8118693_41665070_6207814_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756215964498003637.post-8578345878392441833</id><published>2008-01-04T04:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T04:50:16.654-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='asker'/><title type='text'>3 Ocak</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6wMoLPkqAQ/R34re-UWjWI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KLGtcxuAWkU/s1600-h/asker6aj0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6wMoLPkqAQ/R34re-UWjWI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KLGtcxuAWkU/s320/asker6aj0.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151602834882858338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dün yazasım vardı bu yazıyı ama olmadı. insan yakın çevresinden birileri askere gidince askerlik olayına daha farklı bakıyor sanırım. ya da ne bileyim kişisine göre değişiyor da olabilir. yatarken dogum gününü kutlayamadım diye üzülmüştüm. insanın askerde doğum gününün gelmesi hoş değil gibi geldi bana. sonra sabah telefonunla uyandım. sen de orada beni hatırlıyorsun.değişik hissettiriyor. askerlik yapılırken dış dünyayla ilgili hatırlayacak o kadar şey varken, senin hatırladıklarından biri de benim... bununla ilgili birşeyler yazmak istiyordum dün, yazınca rahatlıyorum. sanki daha az yalnız gibi hissediyorum. burda olsaydın da asla söylemezdim bunları sana. görmeyecegine güvenerek buralara itiraf ediyorum. az önce dedim ya bunları yazmak istiodum diye. sonra bir bomba patladı diyarbakırda dün akşam. Askerleri ve sivilleri hedef alan, şerefsizce bir saldırı yaptılar. iki tane ögrenci ölmüş. teröristlere insan denilebilir mi bunu görünce? o çocuklar iyi doğunun şehirlerinden birinde iyi bir gelecek için uğraşırken, politik oyunların içinde bir piyon gibi yitip gittiler. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;işte sonra bütün yazma isteğim kayboldu... bugun de sebebini açıklamak istedim. sana değil, kendime.&lt;br /&gt;mutlu ve sağlıklı kal arkadaşım. özledim seni.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756215964498003637-8578345878392441833?l=silencedesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencedesire.blogspot.com/feeds/8578345878392441833/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756215964498003637&amp;postID=8578345878392441833' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756215964498003637/posts/default/8578345878392441833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756215964498003637/posts/default/8578345878392441833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencedesire.blogspot.com/2008/01/3-ocak.html' title='3 Ocak'/><author><name>silenceDesire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230762432666388313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hg8MDufOkaI/TuNL9_MOgYI/AAAAAAAAABw/0zJXPjofn7M/s220/205660_831303803432_8118693_41665070_6207814_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6wMoLPkqAQ/R34re-UWjWI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KLGtcxuAWkU/s72-c/asker6aj0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756215964498003637.post-4926724374101538228</id><published>2008-01-02T04:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T04:26:59.121-08:00</updated><title type='text'>istanbul</title><content type='html'>sometimes i feel like i can spend all my life looking at the scenery of Bosphorus! yes, there are great scenaries around the world, but can any of them be compared to Bosphorus? i dont think so...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756215964498003637-4926724374101538228?l=silencedesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencedesire.blogspot.com/feeds/4926724374101538228/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756215964498003637&amp;postID=4926724374101538228' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756215964498003637/posts/default/4926724374101538228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756215964498003637/posts/default/4926724374101538228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencedesire.blogspot.com/2008/01/istanbul.html' title='istanbul'/><author><name>silenceDesire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230762432666388313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hg8MDufOkaI/TuNL9_MOgYI/AAAAAAAAABw/0zJXPjofn7M/s220/205660_831303803432_8118693_41665070_6207814_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756215964498003637.post-2627451620584819878</id><published>2008-01-01T15:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T04:26:33.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy new year?</title><content type='html'>ne kadar da sıradan bir dilek oldu bu! ne gerek var ki herkesin mutlu olmasına.. mutsuz olmadan mutluluğun kıymeti bilinir mi yaa! "sanki hep mutluyuz ya, bu sene de mutsuzluk mu dileyelim?" birşey dilemek zorunda mısınız? 365 gün boyunca her tarih yazışımızda geçtiğimiz 365 güne +1 ekliyoruz sadece, yaşlanıyoruz, olgunlaşıyoruz, çoğunlukla zaman öldürüyoruz. Ben daha 2007 nasıl bitti anlamadan 2008 geldi. oturup düşündüm dün gece, nasıl geçti bu yıl diye; cevabını bulurken biraz zorlandım. öyle bir koşuşturmaca içindeyim ki 2006yı 2007den ayıran gecenin zaman kavramımdaki yerini bulamıyorum. geçmişte bir gün işte..neyse, "mutlu yıllar" diyordum. gerçekten telefonumuzdaki tüm isimlere mesaj atarken bireysel olarak bilmem kaç kişinin bütün bir yıl ki mutluluğu mu derdimiz? yoksa "aaa o mesaj attı, cevap vermek lazım", "ya şimdi atsan bi dert atmasan bi dert, sora laf ediolar" gibi düşünceler mi? ben de yaptım. ben de attım herkese iyi seneler mesajı... neden attım bilmiyorum. otomatiğe bağlanmış bir hayat yaşıyoruz resmen. mesaj attıklarımın yarısının hayatının bir gününü bile önemsemiyorum. hatta bazılarının özellikle mutsuz olmasını istiyorum. iki yüzlülük değil ki bu. onlar da biliyorlardır ne düşündüğümü, hiçbir zaman sevmediğim insanlara seviyormuşum gibi davranmadım ki. ama işte neticede insan yerine koyup bir mesaj atıverdim işte.kendi yaptığıma bakınca, dayatma hayatlarımızın bizi ne saçma konumlara soktuğunu görebiliyorum. sanki herkes mesaj atmış ya bana... aksine bu sene mesaj atanlarım azaldı. iyi de oldu. en azından artık çevremde kendimden başka birkaç iki yüzlü insan kalmış sanırım.ahh sadece yeni yılda değil bu, bir de bayram mesajları var. bayram dayatmaları; "ananeni, dayını, amcanı, halanı, teyzeni vs vs vs aramayı aman unutma!" iyi de bayram benim bayramım mı? bana göre okul tatil, ders yok. önemsemediğim birşeyi neden yapmak zorunda kalayım ki?uzatasım gelmedi bu yazıyı: dayatmalardan bunaldım ben. bu sene, iyi seneler mesajını son atışımdı...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756215964498003637-2627451620584819878?l=silencedesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencedesire.blogspot.com/feeds/2627451620584819878/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756215964498003637&amp;postID=2627451620584819878' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756215964498003637/posts/default/2627451620584819878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756215964498003637/posts/default/2627451620584819878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencedesire.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year.html' title='happy new year?'/><author><name>silenceDesire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230762432666388313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hg8MDufOkaI/TuNL9_MOgYI/AAAAAAAAABw/0zJXPjofn7M/s220/205660_831303803432_8118693_41665070_6207814_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756215964498003637.post-5266404741653484038</id><published>2007-12-29T05:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T05:58:33.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'>“If i only could make a deal with God...”</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“If i only could make a deal with God...” &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;Düşünüyorum da... Ne yapmak isterdim? Neleri başardım? Nerelerde bıraktım? Hangi yollara hiç girmedim? Neleri severek yaptım, nerelerde başka birisi olmak isterken mutsuz oldum?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Bu soruların cevaplarını verebildiğim zamanlarda kendimi sevemiyorum. Güçlü bir insan olduğumu, farklı bi karakterim olduğunu biliyorum; ama bu saçma cevaplar ne o zaman? Bu şarkıyı dinlerken noktaları kendi hayatım için doldurmaktan kaçıyorum.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ne isterdim Tanrı’dan? Ne isterim? Birçok insan gibi dünyanın mutluluğunu, ne savaşların bitmesini ne de sokaklarda aç insanlar kalmaması gelmiyor aklıma. Gerçi birçok insanın da gelmiyor bence... insanlar bencil isteklerini dile getirmekten korkuyorlar. Benim korktuğum ise çok farklı. Çok basit bir isteğim var ve hayat benim için bu kadar önemsiz, basit ve kolay erişilebilir birşey mi diye kendimi hırpalamama sebep oluyor. Hayatıma bakıyorum... her elimi attığım işte başarıya ulaştığım noktaları değerlendiriyorum. Hiçbirinde yalnız değildim. Evet ben güçlüyüm, evet ben başarırım. Evet, her istediğimi yapabilirim. Ama yalnız kalmaya dayanamıyorum. Dayanıyorum da yalnız olunca kendimi manastıra kapatmış gibi soyutlanmayı seviyorum. Evet, bir sevgilim olmasını istiyorum. Ama diğer insanlar gibi istemiyorum bunu. Yanımda dolaşıp bana kırmızı güller almasını istemiyorum. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Benim sevgilim “ben” olmalı. Benden bir parça olmalı... dengelerimi sarsmalı. Dünyamı yerinden oynatmalı. Felaket de getirse hayatıma deprem gibi girmeli. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Oturup üzülüp ağlayacaksam onun için ağlamalıyım. Sadece sevgilim olacaksa hayatımda olmamalı; sevgilim,dostum, babam, kardeşim, oyun arkadaşım, bütün çılgınlıklarımı ya paylaşıp ya da dengelememi sağlayanım, “paylaşanım” olmalı. Bir tek ben mi bulamıyorum böyle birini? Yoksa bir tek ben mi arıyorum böylesini? O kadar çok çift var ki... çok merak ediyorum herkes nasıl buluyor ve mutluyum diyor... Nasıl sevgilim diyip sadece kulakları telefona yapışarak bunu yaşıyorlar? Nasıl görüşmeden duramıyorlar? Neden sevgilileriyle olduklarında yalnız kalmak istiyorlar? Neden ortak bir çevreyi paylaşamıyorlar? Neden kıskançlıklar oluyor? Neden güven yok ilişkilerde? Ben böyle ilişkiler istemiyorum. Böyle olacaksa hiç olmasın. Varsın ben hiç başarılı olamayayım, varsın hep yalnız kalayım... En azından hayatta bir ağırlığım olsun, bir büyük ben kalayım...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;Varsın kızsın arkadaşlarım, tanıdıklarım terkettiğim insanları saymaya çalışıp... Ben arıyorum en azından... oturup yıllar sonra ya kaybettiysem aramayarak diye ağlamayacağım... Evet çok parçam kopacak, çok üzüleceğim... Çok saçma insanım oldu, belki daha çok olacak... ama arıyorum... Dünyam sarsılmadan kendime gelebileceğim günler, o güzel güçlü günler de aslında geride kaldı...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;Çok basit, çok sade, çok kolay geliyor belki. Ama benim susturulmuş , bastırılmış, yaşanmamış, içimde kalmış arzum bu. Bana dengeyi getirecek kalp atışını duyabilmek... my silenced desire... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756215964498003637-5266404741653484038?l=silencedesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silencedesire.blogspot.com/feeds/5266404741653484038/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756215964498003637&amp;postID=5266404741653484038' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756215964498003637/posts/default/5266404741653484038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756215964498003637/posts/default/5266404741653484038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silencedesire.blogspot.com/2007/12/if-i-only-could-make-deal-with-god.html' title='“If i only could make a deal with God...”'/><author><name>silenceDesire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230762432666388313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hg8MDufOkaI/TuNL9_MOgYI/AAAAAAAAABw/0zJXPjofn7M/s220/205660_831303803432_8118693_41665070_6207814_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
