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HALİL İBRAHİM GÖCEK

Contributed by vercat on Monday, 13th January 2003 @ 09:40:00 PM in AEST
Topic: Nostalgic



His mother:
"You are my flower" she said.
It is from Yozgat
that he came to France.
He brought love and hope
into his new space,
with nostalgia
He deep mined for years,
breathed coal dust,
took his fatigue home.
His children
waited for him
before the windows.
At Forbach
one day
bad news arrived at his house.
Halil Ibrahim Gocek
had died in a passageway
in the mine.
Tears
joined with cries.
Love for him
was felt all around.
His memories
have been sent here and there;
under the coals
they burn,
becoming cinders
like him
His mother:
"You are my flower" she said.
It is from France
that he departed for Yozgat.

by Uzeyir Lokman CAYCI
Traduit par by Yakup YURT en franais



HALİL İBRAHİM GCEK

Sa mre :
Tu es ma fleur lui disait-elle.
Cest de Yozgat
Quil est venu en France
Il a port de lamour et de lespoir
Dans son cur
Avec la nostalgie

Il a t mineur de fond pendant des annes
Ila respir les poussires de charbon
Il a emmen la fatigue sa maison
Ses enfants
Lont attendu
Devant les fentres.

A Forbach
Un jour
La mauvaise nouvelle est arrive sa maison
Halil Ibrahim GCEK
Etait mort en morceaux
Dans la galerie minire
Les larmes
Se sont jointes aux cris
Lamour quon avait pour lui
Est devenu profond dans les curs.

Ses souvenirs
Ont t envoy par-ci par-l
Sous forme de charbon,
Ils se sont brls
Ils sont devenus cendres
Comme lui

Sa mre :
Tu es ma fleur lui disait-elle.
Cest de France
Quil est parti pour Yozgat.

zeyir Lokman AYCI
Metz 1996
Traduit par : Yakup YURT




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Re: HALİL İBRAHİM GÖCEK (User Rating: 1 )
by ladyfawn on Tuesday, 21st January 2003 @ 01:58:36 AM AEST
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Beautiful




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