Edebî Kahve

Chalikushu I crossed cities, I crossed silent rivers. I came in winter, I came in summer. I saw your gardens full of autumn leaves. I am a little castaway, a bird out of its flock. I pray that someday you would hear my song: Teakettle teakettle teakettle tea! Like a forlorn star up above the sea, I struggled in vain to make you see, the beat of my heart and the light I give. Pain taught me to leave no trace for love, Though my eyes tell on me: teakettle teakettle tea!

It smells musty gun powder; his little face fits in the elongated rectangular of the loopholes- thin slits that admit light into his dark tower where colors become slaves to masonry. Alone with his childish fears and the reminiscences of past few days trapped in that chamber and body consumes light. The walls question; dig them, hit and wiggle. Playing hide-and-seek, he is always the one to seek. Rotating around the moving walls nails blotted with dirt, wisdom, a hunch on his back. No eye can pry into him, no finger can point him. He had a lifetime to materialize: Why is it that yellow light passes through the loopholes sometimes and other times not? a modern scientist repeats him on and on That in the quantum of a black hole light is distorted in a whim: an eye on the invisible. The blindness was not void. It was human trial, testament for the things to come. He tried to draw circles, triangles, and squares though he lived in a quadrangle of barriers where no Otherness had breached. M...

Bana bir gün söyleseler kalbinin sesini duyacağımı inanmam güler geçerdim içimdeki dünya, ufak sevdiğim Bana bir gün deselerki sen gelmişsin koşar bakar taa gözlerine derinden o duyduğum ses sen miydin içimdeki dünya, Hakkın aşığı Bana bir gün desen Anne! ah ne çabuk büyüdün yavrum daha dün gibi kalbinin sesi hala kulaklarımda içimdeki dünya, ufak sevdiğim

Best Fantasy of the past decade! says a commentetor. That's really what I first thought when I watched the film. In a two hour story Guillermo del Toro , the writer and director of Pan's Labyrinth surpasses even the Lord of the Rings Trilogy. Maybe some fans of Tolkien would be offended by what I say, but Ofelia's journey has a more intense effect on the audience than the Hobbit's journey. The writer gave the real World War II Spain along with the magical world of the little girl. It is more than a dream world or an imaginative realm. Pan's Labyrinth is the pain, the hope and the peace all merged in one movie. The musics and the scenes are a feast as well. I have watched many fantasy movies but by far this is the best and had the most effect on me. Hope it takes the Oscars!! By the way it took 8.5 in IMDB ratings...: http://imdb.com/title/tt0457430/

these days it is hard to see miracles... only in movies: fantastic moments imposed on us magical-realism and far-away vistas to escape from the barrier of the Real yet all that time a forgotten lollipop is in your pocket which you cherish with a childlike smile out-of-nowhere out-of-nothin Allah (c.c) gives the miracle of life within a womb. M.A.