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Buraya Ulaş'ın yazdığı öykü ve şiirleri ekleyeceğim.
FIVE DAYS
A head with a single horn,
On the first day it born,
Child of an adolescent joy,
A horse made of corduroy.
Floating and wandering around,
Between two centers of mellow ground,
Pure as it was unknown,
Like any unborn.
Good things happen suddenly,
As a wise man once said unwittingly.
On the second day, it trembled.
Weak knees bended under the double,
Directions that loosened the muzzle,
The jigsaw quietly dissembled.
Floating and wandering around,
Something familiar it cannot find.
Does this feeling resemble
An ignorant anger?
Lingering left things to rot.
With his shadow, wise man fought.
On third day, it starved.
Worn out vest and bigger eyes.
“What ya got for me, any sugar?”
Through the nights aimlessly survived.
Floating and wandering around,
Looking for the foregone.
Raindrops! Make it remember
The end of the desert.
His reflection was at last,
The wise man saw in looking glass.
On the fourth day, it feasted.
Nothing more to accept.
For long hours it slept,
Silently waiting his death.
Standing and sitting still,
Impatience captured its will.
Resist the urge, rest your head.
Gleeful it will be, your last breath.
Wise man is burning,
That the wisdom is burning.
Not: Görseller Ulaş'ın not defterine bu şiirin ilgili bölümlerine çizdiği şekillerden yola çıkarak AI ile oluşturuldu.
On the fifth day, it opened
Its eyes again, quite baffled.
“’Been a fool horse,” it screamed,
“To settle less than life itself.”
Floating and wandering around once again,
Showcasing the beauty once restrained,
On the parts of Liverpool
Where the beers are cool.
Good things happen suddenly,
As a fool man once said,
Very wittingly.
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