The barricades of this country should be left alone
Lips closed like letter envelopes
At each passage from it’s doors
The sea should flow from the reverse
Died from caesarean section's and resurrected
We keep Aphrodite as a wound
Five Fingers are engraved in our hearts
Since Ayşe fell onto this mountain
From the call of the Trodos, Mouflon’s weep
What legends we left behind us
Railways, camel’s, inn’s
Which mountain we came accross begins Ayşe
Ours is similar to ticketless journey’s
From prohibitions and hazards alight now
Or jump from the wall
A porcupine has passed from the border
The window glass is broken
Everyone is asleep
Should I hold gently and kiss
It’s a secret truce I’m afraid I might disrupt
Under the moonlight its skin does not bleed
Stands like phosphorescence
And Ledra smells a little bit of coffee and cigarette.

Günsel Djemal 16.03.2015 London