o kadar ahım şahım bir tipi olmayan, hatta yan komşunun sinir bozucu sümüklü çocuğuna

benzeyen tipteki erkeklere garip bir

çekim duyarım çocukluğumdan beri.

her ne kadar bastırmaya çalışsam da cılızlığıyla efsane olabilecek tipleri

çok beğeniyorum?!!

bu zevkime sosyal yaşamımdaki insanlarda anlam veremese de benim gibi,

cevabın Freud' da olduğunu hatırlatmak isterim.

- çiroz adam güzel adamdır, nokta(.) -

17.45 - there is a room..

full of with furnitures.

with a small emptiness

a girl sitting on a chair,

looking through the window.

feeling the light and fresh breeze..

thinking about, 'what it would be like...? '

'what it would be like to feel it?'

'..to live it?'

there are some memories.

memories of so much sadness,

of so much hate, of so much ignorance.

and some little memories of happiness which are not going to be

forgotten at all.

'they are the best ones..'

now the room is quiet,

listening for the first time..

there are things that will come.

things are going down

and things are taking on a new lease of life..

she's going to wait again.

she has to wait,

but not that long.

nothing left.

no more spending time and tears for the things that are not worthy..

now, she lay down on the bed for the best part,

and she's going to remain there for while.

with a jubilant smile..)

günün 15 saati böyle olsun hayat..