By Güray Onok
We were naive boys
Acting stolen Hollywood roles
You were Van Damme I was Taxi Driver
Violence was bullying the nights
Even homeless cats setting gangs
Otherwise they were not able to exist
Nobody had time for rest
Daddies work and work and work
And the sons fail consistently
Making forced hopes true
Strange tired little men
Were silently smoking blue
Squated down
In front of factory silhouettes
We envied them from afar.
Left the childhood behind,
We are grown by monumental pains .
Looking for something in , on , near, above
The colossal Iski pipes .
Even Van Damme changed in the course of time
Boys ceased to stop keepin on outworn karate saloons
And started to smell spicy atmosphere
Of trendy billiard saloons
That means girls in short school uniforms,
Scent of cigarettes and deodorants
Anybody had a flick knife to pull on anybody else
And anything was possible.
The cheap happiness of Güzel Marmara’s
The roads towards Laleli
Discovery of woman body
Above all, our inexpressible anger
Only the fishes who ate each other
Could survive to university from high school
We were waiting for the mermaids
By the sacred shores of our dreams
You are Bruce willis I am Jeremy Irons
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