Bir aşk şarkısı.
Tributes For My Sweetheart The Sui Generis
Tu. Büy.’e…
To see, we must forget the name of the things we are looking at.
-Claude Monet
If I could tell you from the darkest nights, I would see the bright sky on your face, like the hymns of early morning, for real, but I can’t. No matter how light touches those beautiful eyes, not being able to tell you from the darkest nights makes me shudder altogether, like a deer without any feather, in an elongated cold winter. This is not my place to order any drinks, when the distance feels like d'urgence dans la privation; though if I could, I would fear losing all my senses to the stage fright of a play called Sui Generis, which begins with a line from a dusky novel, none other than your seemly view, but I can’t. I keep seeing the figures of a dewy night, without getting to the bottom of any pure sight; and when the night feels so tight, I tend to begin an intimate relationship with the dark, with all of its whispers and quasi light, all the while forgetting to touch my feet to the ground. I don’t want to lose any base here, when the world feels sketchy, in a black beauty of sudden heartfelt duty, to keep you close at my mays, and not giving a place to any fabricated days. For your precious precious love which I know to be pure, to the world and to days of true, I would say a million prayers of poesy in blue, all the while forgetting the names of every other hue. But I’m here with just this song and all my love for you, the most beautiful darkest night, my sweetheart, the friend, you.
şiir / poem: Emre Erol
müzik / music: Emre Erol
paintings: Léon Spilliaert
