The article you will read will be my last article of the year we’re in…

It will be the last article of the year we’ll leave never to return, and I wanted to write about love…

I want to start my article with a poem I love very much but don’t know who wrote it;

“Love is a Rebel’s objection to life.
If it stays silent, it’s conflict,
If it speaks, it’s war,
If it writes, it’s an epic,
If it loves, it becomes a revolution”…

Yes…this is Love…

“The heart has no woman or man” they say, it’s true. A person who loves is like a Bedouin living in deserts paying no mind to the scorching sun, like a Rebel who makes the mountains their home, who fears nothing…

They’re brave-hearted,

And their love and passion are just like in the verses above…

Their love is a conflict, within themselves and with those around them,

It’s a war, when their love speaks,

It’s an epic, when you write your love,

And a revolution,

It’s a coup when they love, when they fall in love…

Once upon a time beyond the purple mountains there was a love, there was passion…

Time’s merciless wheels couldn’t destroy this love.

Such a great love, it was such a passion that enveloped the entire universe that what was experienced…

In a geography where hawks, falcons and many other birds are freewheeling freely, where the land smells of thyme and basil, one day there was Love’s conflict…

On summer evenings of the salty Mediterranean smelling of jasmine all around, days and nights happened, epics were written,

Nights came with Eteg Sarı and Pala Remzi songs played with saz and instruments, revolutions happened,

Love coups in a country connecting two continents,

Objections happened in geographies connecting different pieces…

And love always existed…

Only lastly what was remembered when saying goodbye was that tears were white like pearls and cold like snowflakes.

According to a narration, pearls were the tears of angels,

Delicate and fragile…

With every fall from the eye they suffer and ache so much, they become like a snowflake, then a pearl…

The angel later says when telling this moment; “Actually I had died when I left you, I was only able to understand this much later”.

I carry a heart with no signs of life. I know one day this mourning and grief will end. Right now I’m just using the breaths I’ve borrowed from time and life.

The angel is determined, they won’t grieve anymore for the one who left, for what they left behind.

Last night I thought of you again, as you come to mind every day,

We were real and close like the coffee we drank in the morning.

Our future hit by you for no crime,

Can’t cry anymore,

It grew…

Happy New Year. Love and respect…