http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jEcQ2NOHocU&feature=fvsr
Gunaydin
Burasi Istanbul ...
Istanbul'da saat sabah 07,22
Settlement'te ogle 12,33
Bolivya'da gece 01,35
Finlandiya'da sabah 07,36
Istanbul"da yavas yavas aydinlaniyor dunya.
Ben yine mutfak penceremin onunde, sabah kahvemi yudumluyorum.
Puslu bir Istanbul sabahini yasiyorum..
Sabahlari uyandigimda ilk yaptigim sey, pencereleri acarak
ruhuma sabah serinligini koklatmak olur.
Bir de radyoyu acmak.
Tercihlerim ya BBC 'dir ya da Deutsche Welle-
Hayat da tercihlerden ibaret degil midir...
"..Bilim adamları, NASA'nın güneş sistemi dışındaki en küçük gezegeni keşfettiğini açıkladı.Kepler-10b adı verilen gezegenin kayalık yapısı ve büyüklüğü dünyaya çok benziyormus.."
"Kanada'da bir üniversitede yapılan bir bilimsel araştırma sonucunda, müzik dinlemenin insana moral veren kimyasal bir maddenin salgılanmasına yol açtığı tespit edilmis"
"Tunus hukumet feshedilmis,genel secimler 6 ay icinde yapilacakmis".
.....
......
Brezilyadaki sel felaketi...
Hizbullah liderleri bulunamiyor.....
Diplomatlar hesap actiracak banka pesinde...
....
Bir denizin kiyisinda cocuklar cicek topladi...
Bir marti kanatlarini usulca sonsuza acti...
Bir kitabin kapagi, genc bir insan tarafindan okunmak uzere aralandi..
Bir keman kutusundan cikartilarak Vivaldi"den notalar sacmaya basladi.
Bir tren dudugunun keskin sesi ile bilinmeyen bir ulkeye yeni bir yolculuga cikildi....
---------
Sizin haberleriniz de yasamla ic ice olsun...
Herkese keyifli ve mutlu gecek bir hafta sonu olsun...
Aklimdan ve yuregimden gecen bu dusuncelerle sizlerin dunyasi daha keyifli olsun...
Sevgi ve saygilarimla.
Efsun
15-01-2011
sabah 07,49
istanbul
Avrupa&Asya Kitasi
Dunya gezegeni
Gunes Sistemi
Evren
14 Ocak 2011 Cuma
8 Ocak 2011 Cumartesi
Scenes from Tsarist Russia / Carlik Rusyasindan Kesitler
http://en.peramuzesi.org.tr/exhibitions/detail_temporary_exhibitions.aspx?SectionID=acgvFTvCk7ByFFnLJxJojA%3d%3d&ContentID=YSHVFwUNp%2fi0mRZSRH1j1Q%3d%3d
On the one hand, poverty
Wealth on the one other hand ...
To say goodbye a man between us whom perhaps cannot return,
On the Volga coast: Burlaks whom carriers of ships with human body;
Smile of a mother breastfeeding her baby's face,
Only a guitarist and music of poverty ....
...........
...............
Here is an amazing all these feelings and see if you want to ride in Russia, the heat ... your must way these days at Pera Museum
When you exit, you'll look sky with a different feeling ...
With my best regards ...
Efsun
08.01.2011
Istanbul
...........................
http://www.peramuzesi.org.tr/sergiler/detay.aspx?SectionID=dNPI1fv2cMmEHfhoMz6KQw%3d%3d&ContentID=gMExqMc1El%2bSO5HHdgc3nA%3d%3d
Bir yanda alabildigine yoksulluk,
Bir yanda alabildigine zenginlik...
Savasa ugurlanan bir insanin belki de geri donmemek uzere aramizdan ayrilisi,
Volga kiyisinda Burlaklar, gemileri insan varliklariyla tasiyanlar;
Bebegini emziren bir annenin yuzundeki tebessum,
Yalniz bir gitaristin yoksullugu ve muzigi....
...........
...............
Iste tum bu duygulari gormek ve sasirtici bir Rusya gezintisi yapmak isterseniz, yolunuzu bu gunlerde PERA MUZESI'ne dusurun...
Ciktiginizda, gokyuzune farkli bir duygu ile bakacaksiniz...
Sevgi ve saygilarimla...
Efsun
08.01.2011-istanbul
On the one hand, poverty
Wealth on the one other hand ...
To say goodbye a man between us whom perhaps cannot return,
On the Volga coast: Burlaks whom carriers of ships with human body;
Smile of a mother breastfeeding her baby's face,
Only a guitarist and music of poverty ....
...........
...............
Here is an amazing all these feelings and see if you want to ride in Russia, the heat ... your must way these days at Pera Museum
When you exit, you'll look sky with a different feeling ...
With my best regards ...
Efsun
08.01.2011
Istanbul
...........................
http://www.peramuzesi.org.tr/sergiler/detay.aspx?SectionID=dNPI1fv2cMmEHfhoMz6KQw%3d%3d&ContentID=gMExqMc1El%2bSO5HHdgc3nA%3d%3d
Bir yanda alabildigine yoksulluk,
Bir yanda alabildigine zenginlik...
Savasa ugurlanan bir insanin belki de geri donmemek uzere aramizdan ayrilisi,
Volga kiyisinda Burlaklar, gemileri insan varliklariyla tasiyanlar;
Bebegini emziren bir annenin yuzundeki tebessum,
Yalniz bir gitaristin yoksullugu ve muzigi....
...........
...............
Iste tum bu duygulari gormek ve sasirtici bir Rusya gezintisi yapmak isterseniz, yolunuzu bu gunlerde PERA MUZESI'ne dusurun...
Ciktiginizda, gokyuzune farkli bir duygu ile bakacaksiniz...
Sevgi ve saygilarimla...
Efsun
08.01.2011-istanbul
24 Aralık 2010 Cuma
THANK YOU LIFE
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BJmeIeCsvOY&feature=fvw
''Thank you life;
which you blassom to me this beatifulls... ''
------------------------
You complete to your week,
with the sounds of the piano keys while slowly touched in you ears..
And far away a sea coast lights quietly sinkin.
Embrace life with an almond tree in the middle of the plain extending from the silence in a green valley..
Your fingers to touch at the sky a rainbow's appears after a rain,
in the hands of a child sugar candy must give you
In Beyoglu,
red rose with a bunch of people walking in the hands of a hurry to get only in your life .....
Begin with the grass wawes kindlies what everything you want ....
You share at yours fatigue with friends in dinner table,
Istanbul filled in your glass.
The passengers take yours hearts sorry which pass the Bosphorous in the ships wherever it ...
You give a peace like a shepherd's flute emitted songs which passing seagulls ...
Feel yourself near the dolphing which swimming around Price Island's Kınalıada ..
Take a deep breath while thinking of a pianist's fingers ....
Otherwise , the water touch a distant edge of the fishing boat into the article ....
Take a letter from Portugal or the most remote points of the world ....
Contact your friend's message in a mailbox, suddenly ...
Open the door with a smile, it brought a big bunch of carnations from florist ....
Such as the spiral of life ...like a beuty of at the highest mountains fog.
...................
With love ...
Friendship ...
I wish a good weekend ...
Efsun
24-12-2010 Istanbul
Unknown Soldier Street ....
''Thank you life;
which you blassom to me this beatifulls... ''
------------------------
You complete to your week,
with the sounds of the piano keys while slowly touched in you ears..
And far away a sea coast lights quietly sinkin.
Embrace life with an almond tree in the middle of the plain extending from the silence in a green valley..
Your fingers to touch at the sky a rainbow's appears after a rain,
in the hands of a child sugar candy must give you
In Beyoglu,
red rose with a bunch of people walking in the hands of a hurry to get only in your life .....
Begin with the grass wawes kindlies what everything you want ....
You share at yours fatigue with friends in dinner table,
Istanbul filled in your glass.
The passengers take yours hearts sorry which pass the Bosphorous in the ships wherever it ...
You give a peace like a shepherd's flute emitted songs which passing seagulls ...
Feel yourself near the dolphing which swimming around Price Island's Kınalıada ..
Take a deep breath while thinking of a pianist's fingers ....
Otherwise , the water touch a distant edge of the fishing boat into the article ....
Take a letter from Portugal or the most remote points of the world ....
Contact your friend's message in a mailbox, suddenly ...
Open the door with a smile, it brought a big bunch of carnations from florist ....
Such as the spiral of life ...like a beuty of at the highest mountains fog.
...................
With love ...
Friendship ...
I wish a good weekend ...
Efsun
24-12-2010 Istanbul
Unknown Soldier Street ....
TESEKKURLER HAYAT
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BJmeIeCsvOY&feature=fvw
''Tesekkurler hayat;
Bana sundugun guzellikler icin... ''
------------------------
Uzaklarda bir deniz kiyisinda usul usul batan gunesin isiklari
ve kulaklarinizda, tuslarina hafifice dokunulan bir piyanonun sesleri ile tamamlayin haftanizi...
Yemyesil bir ovanin ortasinda uzanan bir badem agacinin sessizligi ile kucaklayin yasami...
Yagmur sonrasinda gokyuzunde gorunen gokkusaginin sacaklarina dokunsun parmaklariniz,
Bir cocugun elindeki horoz sekeri uzansin size
Beyoglunda,
elinde bir demet kirmizi gul ile kosaradim yuruyen bir insanin acelesi olsun sadece hayatinizda.....
Ruzgarin usul usul dalgalandirdigi cimenlerin narinligi ile baslayin herseye....
Dostlarinizla bir aksam sofrasinda paylasin yorgunlugunuzu,
Istanbul olsun bardaklariniza dolan.....
Bogazdan suzulerek gecen yolcu gemilerindeki insanlar alip gitsinler yureginizdeki sikintilari...
Bir cobanin kavalindan yayilan nagmelerle selam verin yaninizdan gecen martilara...
Kinaliada aciklarinda dolanan bir yunusun yanibasinda hissedin kendinizi-...
Derin bir ic gecirin, bir pinanistin parmaklarinin ucunu dusunurken....
Suyun aksi vursun, uzaklardaki balikci teknesinin kenarindaki yaziya....
Portekizden bir mektup alin yada dunyanin en uzak noktasindan....
Bir dostunuzun mesaji ulassin aniden posta kutunuza...
Gulumseyerek acin kapinizi, getirdigi kocaman bir karanfil demeti olsun cicekcinizin....
Karli daglarin doruklarindaki sis gibi sarmalasin yasamin guzellligi sizi....
...................
Sevgiyle...
Dostlukla...
iyi haftasonlari diliyorum...Efsun
24-12-2010 Istanbul
Mechul Asker Sokak....
''Tesekkurler hayat;
Bana sundugun guzellikler icin... ''
------------------------
Uzaklarda bir deniz kiyisinda usul usul batan gunesin isiklari
ve kulaklarinizda, tuslarina hafifice dokunulan bir piyanonun sesleri ile tamamlayin haftanizi...
Yemyesil bir ovanin ortasinda uzanan bir badem agacinin sessizligi ile kucaklayin yasami...
Yagmur sonrasinda gokyuzunde gorunen gokkusaginin sacaklarina dokunsun parmaklariniz,
Bir cocugun elindeki horoz sekeri uzansin size
Beyoglunda,
elinde bir demet kirmizi gul ile kosaradim yuruyen bir insanin acelesi olsun sadece hayatinizda.....
Ruzgarin usul usul dalgalandirdigi cimenlerin narinligi ile baslayin herseye....
Dostlarinizla bir aksam sofrasinda paylasin yorgunlugunuzu,
Istanbul olsun bardaklariniza dolan.....
Bogazdan suzulerek gecen yolcu gemilerindeki insanlar alip gitsinler yureginizdeki sikintilari...
Bir cobanin kavalindan yayilan nagmelerle selam verin yaninizdan gecen martilara...
Kinaliada aciklarinda dolanan bir yunusun yanibasinda hissedin kendinizi-...
Derin bir ic gecirin, bir pinanistin parmaklarinin ucunu dusunurken....
Suyun aksi vursun, uzaklardaki balikci teknesinin kenarindaki yaziya....
Portekizden bir mektup alin yada dunyanin en uzak noktasindan....
Bir dostunuzun mesaji ulassin aniden posta kutunuza...
Gulumseyerek acin kapinizi, getirdigi kocaman bir karanfil demeti olsun cicekcinizin....
Karli daglarin doruklarindaki sis gibi sarmalasin yasamin guzellligi sizi....
...................
Sevgiyle...
Dostlukla...
iyi haftasonlari diliyorum...Efsun
24-12-2010 Istanbul
Mechul Asker Sokak....
17 Aralık 2010 Cuma
A SNOWY ISTANBUL MORNING
Good morning,
I am writing this letter while watching from outside the gently falling snow,
And sipping steaming coffee on my desk.
Trace of rain drops glasses is watching me.
I see the domes of the distance, Eyup and Fatih Mosque's.
A seagull is soaring through the opening in front of me that open the wings infinite
Yellowed leaves from the poplar trees quietly released
The hospital with whitening accumulated on the roof
I'm starting this snowy morning of Istanbul day with pleasure ...
The last night Ciragan readings guest is Dogan Hizlan whom critic author.
He told us to 1950 generations in our literary world
friendships over this generation and was very pleasant conversation.
One of the audience, ask to him what there is no place of poetry in our lives ..
However, I think life is going to together with poem ..
This morning I saw the window that falling snow,
first come to my mind at Ataol Behramoğlu's poem
which the poem''Snow White''as they came down ...
''-----
White, the snow fell like silk
Imagine a girl was walking in snow, light steps
I thought my friends, my dear things
As if everything is there with us and will be with us
Songs played in rooms
I thought I should love all the people .............
........................''
One of this poem,
One of the abdomen behind the Istanbul roof quietly snowing
Feel the melody you heard quietly playying ...
To put gently at your step ..
Amoung to run and scream people
You arriving silently
which waves hitting the pier edge of the tea garden ...
You are traying rubbings up your hands for heating ...
Soon the waiter put a warm sahlep in front of you
And you are spersing a plenty of cinnamon jar
While watching the shores of
Kadikoy and Uskudar tops in front of you.....
-----
.......
I am sending my love to all my lovely friends
from in this snowy morning of Istanbul ...
Kisses....
Efsun
17/12/2010
09.54
Istanbul.
I am writing this letter while watching from outside the gently falling snow,
And sipping steaming coffee on my desk.
Trace of rain drops glasses is watching me.
I see the domes of the distance, Eyup and Fatih Mosque's.
A seagull is soaring through the opening in front of me that open the wings infinite
Yellowed leaves from the poplar trees quietly released
The hospital with whitening accumulated on the roof
I'm starting this snowy morning of Istanbul day with pleasure ...
The last night Ciragan readings guest is Dogan Hizlan whom critic author.
He told us to 1950 generations in our literary world
friendships over this generation and was very pleasant conversation.
One of the audience, ask to him what there is no place of poetry in our lives ..
However, I think life is going to together with poem ..
This morning I saw the window that falling snow,
first come to my mind at Ataol Behramoğlu's poem
which the poem''Snow White''as they came down ...
''-----
White, the snow fell like silk
Imagine a girl was walking in snow, light steps
I thought my friends, my dear things
As if everything is there with us and will be with us
Songs played in rooms
I thought I should love all the people .............
........................''
One of this poem,
One of the abdomen behind the Istanbul roof quietly snowing
Feel the melody you heard quietly playying ...
To put gently at your step ..
Amoung to run and scream people
You arriving silently
which waves hitting the pier edge of the tea garden ...
You are traying rubbings up your hands for heating ...
Soon the waiter put a warm sahlep in front of you
And you are spersing a plenty of cinnamon jar
While watching the shores of
Kadikoy and Uskudar tops in front of you.....
-----
.......
I am sending my love to all my lovely friends
from in this snowy morning of Istanbul ...
Kisses....
Efsun
17/12/2010
09.54
Istanbul.
KARLI BIR ISTANBUL SABAHINDAN
Gunaydinlar,
Bu satirlari disarda usul usul yagan kari seyrederek
ve masamdaki dumani tuten sutlu kahvemi yudumlayarak yaziyorum.
Camlardaki yagmur damlalarinin izi beni izliyor.
Uzaklardan Eyup ve Fatih camiilerinin kubbelerini goruyorum bir de.
Bir marti kanatlatlarini engince acarak suzuluyor onumde..
Sararmis kavak agaclarinin yapraklari saliniyor sessizce
Karsidaki hastanenin sacaklarina biriken beyazlik ile
karli bir Istanbul sabahinda basliyorum bu keyifli gune...
Dun aksamki Ciragan Okumalarinin konugu elestirmen Dogan Hizlandi.
1950 kusagininedebiyatimizdaki yeri
ve bu kusagin dostluklari uzerine cok keyifli bir sohbet oldu.
Dinleyicilerden biri, siirin artik yasantimizda pek yeri kalmadigindan yakindi..
Oysa yasam siirle atbasi gidiyor bence..
Bu sabah pencereden yagan kari gorunce,
aklima ilk gelen Ataol Behramoglu'nun
''Beyaz Ipek Gibi Yagdi Kar'' siiri oldu...
''-----
Beyaz, ipek gibi yağdı kar
Bir kız kardan hafif adımlarıyla yürüyüp geçti hayal içinde
Arkadaşlarımı düşündüm, sevgili şeyleri
Sanki her şey bizimle var ve bizimle olacak
Şarkılar çaldı odalarda
Bütün insanları sevmek gerektiğini düşündüm.............
........................''
Bir bu siiri,
Bir de Istanbul'un sacaklarina usul usul yagan bu karin arkasindan
usul usul calinan melodiyi duydugunuzu hissedin...
Basiniz onunuzde usul usul adimliyorsunuz hayati..
Kosturan ve haykiran insanlarin arasindan
sessizce yuruyerek variyorsunuz
dalgalarinin carptigi iskelenin kenarindaki cay bahcesine...
Ellerinizi ogusturarak isinmaya calisiyorsunuz...
Az sonra garson onunuze
simsicak bir sahlep birakiyor
Tarcin kavanozundan bolca serpiyorsunuz
Karsi kiyilari seyrediyorsunuz
Kadikoy ve Uskudar tepelerini.... -----
......
Arkadaslar ben burada birakiyorum,,,
Size bu karli Istanbul sabahindan selem ve sevgilerimi gonderiyorum...
Dostlukla..
Efsun
17/12/2010
saat 09,54
Istanbul...
Bu satirlari disarda usul usul yagan kari seyrederek
ve masamdaki dumani tuten sutlu kahvemi yudumlayarak yaziyorum.
Camlardaki yagmur damlalarinin izi beni izliyor.
Uzaklardan Eyup ve Fatih camiilerinin kubbelerini goruyorum bir de.
Bir marti kanatlatlarini engince acarak suzuluyor onumde..
Sararmis kavak agaclarinin yapraklari saliniyor sessizce
Karsidaki hastanenin sacaklarina biriken beyazlik ile
karli bir Istanbul sabahinda basliyorum bu keyifli gune...
Dun aksamki Ciragan Okumalarinin konugu elestirmen Dogan Hizlandi.
1950 kusagininedebiyatimizdaki yeri
ve bu kusagin dostluklari uzerine cok keyifli bir sohbet oldu.
Dinleyicilerden biri, siirin artik yasantimizda pek yeri kalmadigindan yakindi..
Oysa yasam siirle atbasi gidiyor bence..
Bu sabah pencereden yagan kari gorunce,
aklima ilk gelen Ataol Behramoglu'nun
''Beyaz Ipek Gibi Yagdi Kar'' siiri oldu...
''-----
Beyaz, ipek gibi yağdı kar
Bir kız kardan hafif adımlarıyla yürüyüp geçti hayal içinde
Arkadaşlarımı düşündüm, sevgili şeyleri
Sanki her şey bizimle var ve bizimle olacak
Şarkılar çaldı odalarda
Bütün insanları sevmek gerektiğini düşündüm.............
........................''
Bir bu siiri,
Bir de Istanbul'un sacaklarina usul usul yagan bu karin arkasindan
usul usul calinan melodiyi duydugunuzu hissedin...
Basiniz onunuzde usul usul adimliyorsunuz hayati..
Kosturan ve haykiran insanlarin arasindan
sessizce yuruyerek variyorsunuz
dalgalarinin carptigi iskelenin kenarindaki cay bahcesine...
Ellerinizi ogusturarak isinmaya calisiyorsunuz...
Az sonra garson onunuze
simsicak bir sahlep birakiyor
Tarcin kavanozundan bolca serpiyorsunuz
Karsi kiyilari seyrediyorsunuz
Kadikoy ve Uskudar tepelerini.... -----
......
Arkadaslar ben burada birakiyorum,,,
Size bu karli Istanbul sabahindan selem ve sevgilerimi gonderiyorum...
Dostlukla..
Efsun
17/12/2010
saat 09,54
Istanbul...
12 Aralık 2010 Pazar
LIFE TO BE LIKE A POEM
This morning, the first thing of my hand which is a book
It was a German book about the Aare River.
"Die Aare"
I want to put under my Computer for high heat.
I wandering among the pages that I found a letter which
my friend write to me whom the book, a gift to us.
07.15.2010-Bern ....
I wander to photographs of the river and Switzerland photos ..
Lush forests,
a sparkling river that flowing ..
The flow of water in the river where the happy people were swimming ...
The red geraniums are cascades from windows...
In another life, in another logic ....
One of my favorite things to make in Bern,
To get the trolleybus that pass in front of the house
my nose to put a glass of bus windows
I wacth the city where running through in front of my eyes ..
.............
Out of the pages, I put to my eyes at the sound of wind which hitting my windows..
This winter when the snow firts time in Istanbul's roofs..
Here I thought at that moment
The life to be like a poem
Just like the Swiss, such as ..
We must feel the beauty of this life where in our palms ...
Everywhere there is snow ....
At the moment I am listening to Adamo's song which ''everywhere snow''.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_64nc_NLE_I&feature=related
Soon I will drink a cup of hot sahlep,
After, I will send to my best regards
with my Turkish tes that slowly steeped
awakening my friends far away land
Hello to whom make the life like a poem ..
Love and friendship ...Efsun
It was a German book about the Aare River.
"Die Aare"
I want to put under my Computer for high heat.
I wandering among the pages that I found a letter which
my friend write to me whom the book, a gift to us.
07.15.2010-Bern ....
I wander to photographs of the river and Switzerland photos ..
Lush forests,
a sparkling river that flowing ..
The flow of water in the river where the happy people were swimming ...
The red geraniums are cascades from windows...
In another life, in another logic ....
One of my favorite things to make in Bern,
To get the trolleybus that pass in front of the house
my nose to put a glass of bus windows
I wacth the city where running through in front of my eyes ..
.............
Out of the pages, I put to my eyes at the sound of wind which hitting my windows..
This winter when the snow firts time in Istanbul's roofs..
Here I thought at that moment
The life to be like a poem
Just like the Swiss, such as ..
We must feel the beauty of this life where in our palms ...
Everywhere there is snow ....
At the moment I am listening to Adamo's song which ''everywhere snow''.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_64nc_NLE_I&feature=related
Soon I will drink a cup of hot sahlep,
After, I will send to my best regards
with my Turkish tes that slowly steeped
awakening my friends far away land
Hello to whom make the life like a poem ..
Love and friendship ...Efsun
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