The Man Looking for Love
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"There are two things that inspire love and respect in a person. Having something that is yours and loving that thing."
Aristo
The man went in search of love, accompanied by a blind lamp. He looked for love for the first time at the crossroads at the ends of his hair. He didn't wait for the wind of love at the endless bus stops. The junk dealer at the love stop was buying loves that smelled of mothballs. Postmodern, lonely loves rent storytelling grandmothers. Rock records create a storm of laughter in blonde, anonymous glasses. The man who sought love looked for love at the crossroads.
He searched for love in the red of the sun-drenched sun. Finally, a shower of love caressed his hair. To reach that hair, he rowed towards the note of a love that finally struck him, even at red lights, without looking left or right. He searched for love under the rain of love that finally struck him. He paid neither the tax of pain nor the tribute of the rose.
Especially his sadness never wanted to leave his inventory. The man who was looking for love looked for love in verses.
When love prostrated itself before love and bowed down, when love melted and merged with love, the man sought love.
On the day when the sea's lips were chapped from thirst, the man set out on a "Blue Voyage" with the Fisherman of Halicarnassus.
Where are you, O love, that can be reached with sounds that don't exist in any alphabet, with words that won't break the heart of poetry? Wherever you are, I first looked for you at the intersection of the ends of your hair.
Love stirs symphonies in the sediment of darkness to offer its love to the man who seeks love.
The lights go out...
The man went out to seek love, unaware of the surprises of love, accompanied by a blind lamp...
The man looking for love:
From anxious nights
Collecting love outside the heart.
his hands are hardened
The heart that melts iron
Love is collecting,
Looking for love.
Love is dead.
Because
a love
He had kept it in his heart without knowing it.
In the name of the man who is looking for love. In the name of those who are looking for love. On my own behalf. I kiss the hands of the night that smells of love.
A ship loaded with love sets sail from the city of flames accompanied by a captive song. I think they burned all the love in me.
The verses are repairing love. Love is made of tired verses...
But love is not over yet...
"Is parting the hardest, is giving up what hurts? Oh heavenly-hearted lover, who makes me look at life with different eyes, who makes my breathing and my heartbeats different... Did fate write you for me, was it me who was written in my fate that I brought you into my life later? You're stuck in the vein of my heart like a knife... Speak, oh heavenly-hearted lover... The leaves talk in the wind, the sun rises and sets, the stars wink at night, why don't you speak, oh beloved? The most beautiful writing on my forehead, the snow-white of my destiny, the milk-scented lover, I don't even look at your picture, because you're worth it, heavenly-hearted lover..."
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