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Season of change life feels so strange
Look into my eyes,do you see yhe truth¿
I'm lost and alone,feelings unknown
They come to me stronger than before

On winds of time my soul will fly
The angels are knocking at my door
Oh now I need to be free

Let it be my dreams
Let it be my thoughts
All those things in my heart
One too many days
One too many years
I wasted for nothing

I never realized
The truth is inside
Of every man for all the sea
Listen to me now
I'm so close to you
Never felt like this before

The carousal is spinning fast
Better enjoy while it lasts
Every moment is like gold
You'll remember when you're old
And the meaning of this life
Is to live and is to die
Make the best out of your dreams
There are the world where you are free

All the sorrow and the pain
Will be washed away by rain
An eternal joy will come
It can be found by evertone
Though the end is drowing near
I'm not feeling any fear
I have found the truth
After all the tears I cry

(Alinti)]]>
Season of change life feels so strange
Look into my eyes,do you see yhe truth¿
I'm lost and alone,feelings unknown
They come to me stronger than before

On winds of time my soul will fly
The angels are knocking at my door
Oh now I need to be free

Let it be my dreams
Let it be my thoughts
All those things in my heart
One too many days
One too many years
I wasted for nothing

I never realized
The truth is inside
Of every man for all the sea
Listen to me now
I'm so close to you
Never felt like this before

The carousal is spinning fast
Better enjoy while it lasts
Every moment is like gold
You'll remember when you're old
And the meaning of this life
Is to live and is to die
Make the best out of your dreams
There are the world where you are free

All the sorrow and the pain
Will be washed away by rain
An eternal joy will come
It can be found by evertone
Though the end is drowing near
I'm not feeling any fear
I have found the truth
After all the tears I cry

(Alinti)]]> http://www.eltcafe.net/showthread.php?tid=4015 Thu, 14 May 2009 20:03:32 +0300 http://www.eltcafe.net/showthread.php?tid=4015 Geleneksel İnuit Şiiri

Ben rüyâların dokumacısıyım
Rüyâ bekçisiyim ben.
Yavaşça uykunda yürürüm
Ve kalbine görüntüler yerleştiririm.
Yumuşak gece rüzgarları üstünde yolculuk ederim.
Rüyâ Ruhlarının ülkesinde kesintisiz.
Uyurken seni korurum.
Ben Koruyucu Ruhum…
Senin Rüyâlarının Koruyucusu …

Evet, ben rüzgârla dansettim…
Sıçrayıp oynarız rüzgâr ve ben
Günışığının tarlalarında ve yüksek çayırda.
Aslanağzı çiçeğinden ruhları göklere uçurturuz
Ve usulca yeryüzüne döndüklerini gözleriz.
Ben ve benim rüzgârım güçlüyüz.
Bilinmeyen yerlere dansettik başımız önümüzde,
Dikkati bir kenara iterek.
Bunlar arayışın yazları.
Rüzgâr ve ben oynarız bir zorba dansı.
Az sonra rüzgârın arzusu yavaşlayacak
Ve ben dansedeceğim başka bir şarkıya.
Bu dans dudaklarıma getirir bir sevgilinin öpücüğünü,
Yumuşak bir okşama yanaklarıma.
Öğrenirim sevmeyi ve sevilmeyi biz dansederken.
Rüzgâr fısıldar bana
Ve yakın tutar tatlı kollarında.
Yumuşak ılık bir meltemdir rüzgâr ve şarkı söyler bana.
beklerken en son dansımızı dansetmeyi …
Evet, ben rüzgârla dansederim.

Fısıltılar
Onun arkasında fısıltılar,
Tam bir fısıltı üstünde fısıltılar.
Yüksek sesle değil herkesin duyacağı kadar,
Fakat yeteri kadar yüksek onun duyması için…
“kalbi taştan”, o duyar
Yumuşak rüzgârların üstünde taşınan sözcükler
Yaralar, incitirler onlar.
Sözcükler gözyaşlarının başlamasına sebep olurlar.
Onun kalbi fısıldar, “her zaman değil
Di bizim kalbimiz taştan.”
Gülümser gizli bir gülümseyiş.
Hatırlayarak değişik fısıltılar.
Beraberdi onlar, ayrıldılar.
O gözyaşlarını kurutur.
O şimdi fısıldar
“evet, kalbi taştan…
Hiç kırılmayacak tekrar…”

Çeviren: Vehbi Taşar


I AM A WEAVER OF DREAMS
Traditional Inuit Poetry

I am the weaver of dreams.
I am the dream keeper.
I gently walk thru your sleep
and place visions in your heart.
I travel on soft night winds
thru the land of Dream Spirits.
I protect you while you sleep.
I am the Guardian Spirit...
the Guardian of your dreams...

Yes, I have danced with the wind...
the wind and I frolick
in fields of sunshine and tall grass.
We make dandelion spirits fly to the heavens
and watch as they gently returned to earth.
my wind and I are strong.
We danced headlong to unknown places,
throwing caution aside.
These are the summers of seeking.
The wind and I dance a rebel's dance.
Soon the wind will softened
And I will dance to another song.
This dance brings a lover's kiss to my lips,
A gentle caress to my cheeks.
As we dance, I learn to love and be loved.
The wind whispers to me
And holds me close in its gentle arms.
The wind is a soft warm breeze and sings to me.
While we wait to dance our final dance...
Yes, I dance with the Wind...

Whispers
Whispers behind his back,
Whispers just above a whisper.
Not loud enough for all to hear,
But loud enough for him to hear...
"heart of stone", he hears
Carried on the soft winds.
The words wound, they hurt.
The words cause tears to start.
His heart whispers, "not always
did we have a heart of stone."
He smiles a secret smile.
Remembering different whispers.
They were together, they were apart.
He dries his tears.
Now he whispers
"yes, a heart of stone...
Never to be broken again..."[/i]]]> Geleneksel İnuit Şiiri

Ben rüyâların dokumacısıyım
Rüyâ bekçisiyim ben.
Yavaşça uykunda yürürüm
Ve kalbine görüntüler yerleştiririm.
Yumuşak gece rüzgarları üstünde yolculuk ederim.
Rüyâ Ruhlarının ülkesinde kesintisiz.
Uyurken seni korurum.
Ben Koruyucu Ruhum…
Senin Rüyâlarının Koruyucusu …

Evet, ben rüzgârla dansettim…
Sıçrayıp oynarız rüzgâr ve ben
Günışığının tarlalarında ve yüksek çayırda.
Aslanağzı çiçeğinden ruhları göklere uçurturuz
Ve usulca yeryüzüne döndüklerini gözleriz.
Ben ve benim rüzgârım güçlüyüz.
Bilinmeyen yerlere dansettik başımız önümüzde,
Dikkati bir kenara iterek.
Bunlar arayışın yazları.
Rüzgâr ve ben oynarız bir zorba dansı.
Az sonra rüzgârın arzusu yavaşlayacak
Ve ben dansedeceğim başka bir şarkıya.
Bu dans dudaklarıma getirir bir sevgilinin öpücüğünü,
Yumuşak bir okşama yanaklarıma.
Öğrenirim sevmeyi ve sevilmeyi biz dansederken.
Rüzgâr fısıldar bana
Ve yakın tutar tatlı kollarında.
Yumuşak ılık bir meltemdir rüzgâr ve şarkı söyler bana.
beklerken en son dansımızı dansetmeyi …
Evet, ben rüzgârla dansederim.

Fısıltılar
Onun arkasında fısıltılar,
Tam bir fısıltı üstünde fısıltılar.
Yüksek sesle değil herkesin duyacağı kadar,
Fakat yeteri kadar yüksek onun duyması için…
“kalbi taştan”, o duyar
Yumuşak rüzgârların üstünde taşınan sözcükler
Yaralar, incitirler onlar.
Sözcükler gözyaşlarının başlamasına sebep olurlar.
Onun kalbi fısıldar, “her zaman değil
Di bizim kalbimiz taştan.”
Gülümser gizli bir gülümseyiş.
Hatırlayarak değişik fısıltılar.
Beraberdi onlar, ayrıldılar.
O gözyaşlarını kurutur.
O şimdi fısıldar
“evet, kalbi taştan…
Hiç kırılmayacak tekrar…”

Çeviren: Vehbi Taşar


I AM A WEAVER OF DREAMS
Traditional Inuit Poetry

I am the weaver of dreams.
I am the dream keeper.
I gently walk thru your sleep
and place visions in your heart.
I travel on soft night winds
thru the land of Dream Spirits.
I protect you while you sleep.
I am the Guardian Spirit...
the Guardian of your dreams...

Yes, I have danced with the wind...
the wind and I frolick
in fields of sunshine and tall grass.
We make dandelion spirits fly to the heavens
and watch as they gently returned to earth.
my wind and I are strong.
We danced headlong to unknown places,
throwing caution aside.
These are the summers of seeking.
The wind and I dance a rebel's dance.
Soon the wind will softened
And I will dance to another song.
This dance brings a lover's kiss to my lips,
A gentle caress to my cheeks.
As we dance, I learn to love and be loved.
The wind whispers to me
And holds me close in its gentle arms.
The wind is a soft warm breeze and sings to me.
While we wait to dance our final dance...
Yes, I dance with the Wind...

Whispers
Whispers behind his back,
Whispers just above a whisper.
Not loud enough for all to hear,
But loud enough for him to hear...
"heart of stone", he hears
Carried on the soft winds.
The words wound, they hurt.
The words cause tears to start.
His heart whispers, "not always
did we have a heart of stone."
He smiles a secret smile.
Remembering different whispers.
They were together, they were apart.
He dries his tears.
Now he whispers
"yes, a heart of stone...
Never to be broken again..."[/i]]]> http://www.eltcafe.net/showthread.php?tid=4013 Thu, 14 May 2009 19:54:39 +0300 http://www.eltcafe.net/showthread.php?tid=4013 Wislawa Szymborska

Daha iyi olacaktı diğerlerinden, 20inci yüzyılımız,
Fakat bunu ispat edecek zamanı kalmadı.
Yılları sayılı,
adımı sallantıda,
nefesi kısa.

Zaten çok sey oldu şimdiye kadar
olmaması gereken.
Olması gerekenler
olmadı.

İlkbahar yola çıkacaktı,
ve mutluluk, başka şeyler arasında.

Korku dağları ve vadileri terkedecekti.
Gerçeğin yalanı bitirmesi lâzımdı.
Bazı talihsizlikler
bir daha hiç olmayacaktı
savaş ve açlık ve başkaları gibi.

Bunlara hürmet edilecekti:
savunması olmayanın savunmasızlığı,
itimat ve benzeri.

Kim dünyadan zevk almak istiyorsa
olanaksız bir görevle karşı karşıyadır.

Aptallık komik değil.
Akıllılık neşe vermez.

Ümit
Aynı genç kız değildir artık
ve daha başka. Ne yazık.

Tanrı sonunda insana inanacaktı:
iyi ve güçlü,
fakat iyi ve güçlü
hâla iki ayrı insan.

Nasıl yaşamalı—birisi bana bunu sordu bir mektupta,
aynı şeyi sormak istediğim
birisi.

Tekrar ve her zamanki gibi,
ve görüldüğü gibi yukarıda
daha acil sorular yoktur
denenmemiş olanlardan başka.

Çeviren: Vehbi Taşar

THE TURN OF THE CENTURY
By Wislawa Szymborska

It was supposed to be better than the others, our 20th century,
But it won't have time to prove it.
Its years are numbered,
its step unsteady,
its breath short.

Already too much has happened
that was not supposed to happen.
What was to come about
has not.

Spring was to be on its way,
and happiness, among other things.

Fear was to leave the mountains and valleys.
The truth was supposed to finish before the lie.
Certain misfortunes
were never to happen again
such as war and hunger and so forth.

These were to be respected:
the defenselessness of the defenseless,
trust and the like.

Whoever wanted to enjoy the world
faces an impossible task.

Stupidity is not funny.
Wisdom isn't jolly.

Hope
Is no longer the same young girl
et cetera. Alas.

God was at last to believe in man:
good and strong,
but good and strong
are still two different people.

How to live--someone asked me this in a letter,
someone I had wanted
to ask that very thing.

Again and as always,
and as seen above
there are no questions more urgent
than the naive ones. ]]> Wislawa Szymborska

Daha iyi olacaktı diğerlerinden, 20inci yüzyılımız,
Fakat bunu ispat edecek zamanı kalmadı.
Yılları sayılı,
adımı sallantıda,
nefesi kısa.

Zaten çok sey oldu şimdiye kadar
olmaması gereken.
Olması gerekenler
olmadı.

İlkbahar yola çıkacaktı,
ve mutluluk, başka şeyler arasında.

Korku dağları ve vadileri terkedecekti.
Gerçeğin yalanı bitirmesi lâzımdı.
Bazı talihsizlikler
bir daha hiç olmayacaktı
savaş ve açlık ve başkaları gibi.

Bunlara hürmet edilecekti:
savunması olmayanın savunmasızlığı,
itimat ve benzeri.

Kim dünyadan zevk almak istiyorsa
olanaksız bir görevle karşı karşıyadır.

Aptallık komik değil.
Akıllılık neşe vermez.

Ümit
Aynı genç kız değildir artık
ve daha başka. Ne yazık.

Tanrı sonunda insana inanacaktı:
iyi ve güçlü,
fakat iyi ve güçlü
hâla iki ayrı insan.

Nasıl yaşamalı—birisi bana bunu sordu bir mektupta,
aynı şeyi sormak istediğim
birisi.

Tekrar ve her zamanki gibi,
ve görüldüğü gibi yukarıda
daha acil sorular yoktur
denenmemiş olanlardan başka.

Çeviren: Vehbi Taşar

THE TURN OF THE CENTURY
By Wislawa Szymborska

It was supposed to be better than the others, our 20th century,
But it won't have time to prove it.
Its years are numbered,
its step unsteady,
its breath short.

Already too much has happened
that was not supposed to happen.
What was to come about
has not.

Spring was to be on its way,
and happiness, among other things.

Fear was to leave the mountains and valleys.
The truth was supposed to finish before the lie.
Certain misfortunes
were never to happen again
such as war and hunger and so forth.

These were to be respected:
the defenselessness of the defenseless,
trust and the like.

Whoever wanted to enjoy the world
faces an impossible task.

Stupidity is not funny.
Wisdom isn't jolly.

Hope
Is no longer the same young girl
et cetera. Alas.

God was at last to believe in man:
good and strong,
but good and strong
are still two different people.

How to live--someone asked me this in a letter,
someone I had wanted
to ask that very thing.

Again and as always,
and as seen above
there are no questions more urgent
than the naive ones. ]]> http://www.eltcafe.net/showthread.php?tid=3995 Tue, 12 May 2009 19:42:34 +0300 http://www.eltcafe.net/showthread.php?tid=3995 Wislawa Szymborska

Ölmek—bir kediye yapılacak şey değil.
Ne yapsın ki kedi
boş bir apartmanda?
Duvarlara mı tırmansın?
Mobilyayı mı fırçalasın?
Hiçbirşey değişmezdi burada,
fakat birşey değisti.
Hiçbirsey yerinden oynatılmadı,
fakat daha çok yer var.
Ve geceleri lamba yanmıyor.

Merdivenlerde ayak sesleri duyuluyor,
fakat aynı değiller.
Tabağa balığı koyan el
de değişik.

Burada birşey başlamıyor
herzamanki vaktinde.
Burada birşey olmuyor
olması gerektiği gibi.
Birisi buradayken ve buradan,
Ve sonra aniden yok oldu ortadan.
Ve şimdi inatla yok.

Bütün dolaplar incelendi
ve bütün rafların içinde koşturuldu.
Halının altına kayıp kontrol etmek bir işe yaramadı.
Hattâ kurallar bozularak bütün kağıtlar etrafa dağıtıldı.
Başka yapacak ne var?
Uyu
ve bekle.

Hele bir geri gelsin o,
kendini göstersin.
O zaman anlayacak
ki bu bir kediye yapılacak şey değil.
Ona doğru giderek
istemiyormuş gibi yapıp,
yavaşça,
çok fazla gücenmiş patilerin üzerinde.
Ve zıplamadan, mırlamadan ilk önce.

Çeviren: Vehbi Taşar

CAT IN AN APARTMENT
By Wislowa Szymborska

Dying--you wouldn't do that to a cat.
For what is a cat to do
in an empty apartment?
Climb up the walls?
Brush up against the furniture?
Nothing here seems changed,
and yet something has changed.
Nothing has been moved,
and yet there's more room.
And in the evenings the lamp is not on.

One hears footsteps on the stairs,
but they're not the same.
Neither is the hand
that puts a fish on the plate.

Something here isn't starting
at its usual time.
Something here isn't happening
as it should.
Somebody has been here and has been,
and then has suddenly disappeared
and now is stubbornly absent.

All the closets have been scanned
and all the shelves run through.
Slipping under the carpet and checking came to nothing.
The rule has even been broken and all the papers scattered.
What else is there to do?
Sleep and wait.

Just let him come back,
let him show up.
Then he'll find out
that you don't do that to a cat.
Going toward him
faking reluctance,
slowly,
on very offended paws.
And no jumping, purring at first. ]]> Wislawa Szymborska

Ölmek—bir kediye yapılacak şey değil.
Ne yapsın ki kedi
boş bir apartmanda?
Duvarlara mı tırmansın?
Mobilyayı mı fırçalasın?
Hiçbirşey değişmezdi burada,
fakat birşey değisti.
Hiçbirsey yerinden oynatılmadı,
fakat daha çok yer var.
Ve geceleri lamba yanmıyor.

Merdivenlerde ayak sesleri duyuluyor,
fakat aynı değiller.
Tabağa balığı koyan el
de değişik.

Burada birşey başlamıyor
herzamanki vaktinde.
Burada birşey olmuyor
olması gerektiği gibi.
Birisi buradayken ve buradan,
Ve sonra aniden yok oldu ortadan.
Ve şimdi inatla yok.

Bütün dolaplar incelendi
ve bütün rafların içinde koşturuldu.
Halının altına kayıp kontrol etmek bir işe yaramadı.
Hattâ kurallar bozularak bütün kağıtlar etrafa dağıtıldı.
Başka yapacak ne var?
Uyu
ve bekle.

Hele bir geri gelsin o,
kendini göstersin.
O zaman anlayacak
ki bu bir kediye yapılacak şey değil.
Ona doğru giderek
istemiyormuş gibi yapıp,
yavaşça,
çok fazla gücenmiş patilerin üzerinde.
Ve zıplamadan, mırlamadan ilk önce.

Çeviren: Vehbi Taşar

CAT IN AN APARTMENT
By Wislowa Szymborska

Dying--you wouldn't do that to a cat.
For what is a cat to do
in an empty apartment?
Climb up the walls?
Brush up against the furniture?
Nothing here seems changed,
and yet something has changed.
Nothing has been moved,
and yet there's more room.
And in the evenings the lamp is not on.

One hears footsteps on the stairs,
but they're not the same.
Neither is the hand
that puts a fish on the plate.

Something here isn't starting
at its usual time.
Something here isn't happening
as it should.
Somebody has been here and has been,
and then has suddenly disappeared
and now is stubbornly absent.

All the closets have been scanned
and all the shelves run through.
Slipping under the carpet and checking came to nothing.
The rule has even been broken and all the papers scattered.
What else is there to do?
Sleep and wait.

Just let him come back,
let him show up.
Then he'll find out
that you don't do that to a cat.
Going toward him
faking reluctance,
slowly,
on very offended paws.
And no jumping, purring at first. ]]> http://www.eltcafe.net/showthread.php?tid=3994 Tue, 12 May 2009 19:40:35 +0300 http://www.eltcafe.net/showthread.php?tid=3994 Wislawa Szymborska

Gerçek aşk. Normalmidir
önemlimidir, pratikmidir?
Ne alır dünya iki insandan
sadece kendilerine ait bir dünyada yaşayan?

Aynı tabana konulmuş iyi sebep olmadan,
milyonlardan gelişigüzel çekilmiş fakat ikna edilmiş
böyle olmuş olması gerektiğine- neyin karşılığında ödül?
Hiçbirşeyin.
Işık olmadık yerden aşağıya iner.
Ne diye bu ikisinin üzerine de başkalarının değil?
Bu uyandırmaz mı nefretini adaletin? Evet.
Bu bozmaz mı bizim özenle dikilmiş prensiplerimizi,
ve atmaz mı ahlakı bir kenara zirveden? İkisini de gözönünde tutarak, evet.

Bakınız mutlu çifte.
En azından saklayamazlarmıydı onu,
yapamazlarmıydı azıcık bir bunalım taklidi arkadaşlarının hatırı için?
Dinleyin gülüşlerini- bir hakarettir.
Kulandıkları lisan- yanıltıcı açıklıkta.
Ve küçük kutlamaları, törenleri,
ayrıntılı karşılıklı alışılagelmiş şeyleri –
hiç şüphesiz bir komplodur insan ırkının arkasından!

Çok güçtür hâtta tahmin etmek her şeyin ne kadar ileri gidebileceğini
İnsanlar peşinden gitselerdi eğer onların verdiği örneğin.
Din ve şiir neyi hesaba katabilirdi?
Neler hatırlanacaktı, nelerden vazgeçilecekti?
Kim isteyecekti kalmak içinde sınırların?

Gerçek aşk. Gereklimidir gerçekten?
İnce davranış ve sağ duyu bize onun üstünden sessizce geçmemizi söyler,
Hayatın en yüksek çemberlerinde bir skandal gibi.
Kusursuz iyi çocuklar doğar onun yardımı olmaksızın.
Nüfuslandıramazdı gezegeni bir milyon senede,
o kadar güçbelâ gelir ki.

Bırakın gerçek aşkı asla bulmayan insanlar
deyip dursunlar öyle bir şey yoktur.

İnançları daha kolaylaştıracaktır yaşamayı ve ölmeyi onlar için.

Çeviren: Vehbi Taşar


TRUE LOVE
By Wislawa Szymborska

True love. Is it normal
is it serious, is it practical?
What does the world get from two people
who exist in a world of their own?

Placed on the same pedestal for no good reason,
drawn randomly from millions but convinced
it had to happen this way - in reward for what?
For nothing.
The light descends from nowhere.
Why on these two and not on others?
Doesn't this outrage justice? Yes it does.
Doesn't it disrupt our painstakingly erected principles,
and cast the moral from the peak? Yes on both accounts.

Look at the happy couple.
Couldn't they at least try to hide it,
fake a little depression for their friends' sake?
Listen to them laughing - its an insult.
The language they use - deceptively clear.
And their little celebrations, rituals,
the elaborate mutual routines -
it's obviously a plot behind the human race's back!

It's hard even to guess how far things might go
if people start to follow their example.
What could religion and poetry count on?
What would be remembered? What renounced?
Who'd want to stay within bounds?

True love. Is it really necessary?
Tact and common sense tell us to pass over it in silence,
like a scandal in Life's highest circles.
Perfectly good children are born without its help.
It couldn't populate the planet in a million years,
it comes along so rarely.

Let the people who never find true love
keep saying that there's no such thing.

Their faith will make it easier for them to live and die.]]> Wislawa Szymborska

Gerçek aşk. Normalmidir
önemlimidir, pratikmidir?
Ne alır dünya iki insandan
sadece kendilerine ait bir dünyada yaşayan?

Aynı tabana konulmuş iyi sebep olmadan,
milyonlardan gelişigüzel çekilmiş fakat ikna edilmiş
böyle olmuş olması gerektiğine- neyin karşılığında ödül?
Hiçbirşeyin.
Işık olmadık yerden aşağıya iner.
Ne diye bu ikisinin üzerine de başkalarının değil?
Bu uyandırmaz mı nefretini adaletin? Evet.
Bu bozmaz mı bizim özenle dikilmiş prensiplerimizi,
ve atmaz mı ahlakı bir kenara zirveden? İkisini de gözönünde tutarak, evet.

Bakınız mutlu çifte.
En azından saklayamazlarmıydı onu,
yapamazlarmıydı azıcık bir bunalım taklidi arkadaşlarının hatırı için?
Dinleyin gülüşlerini- bir hakarettir.
Kulandıkları lisan- yanıltıcı açıklıkta.
Ve küçük kutlamaları, törenleri,
ayrıntılı karşılıklı alışılagelmiş şeyleri –
hiç şüphesiz bir komplodur insan ırkının arkasından!

Çok güçtür hâtta tahmin etmek her şeyin ne kadar ileri gidebileceğini
İnsanlar peşinden gitselerdi eğer onların verdiği örneğin.
Din ve şiir neyi hesaba katabilirdi?
Neler hatırlanacaktı, nelerden vazgeçilecekti?
Kim isteyecekti kalmak içinde sınırların?

Gerçek aşk. Gereklimidir gerçekten?
İnce davranış ve sağ duyu bize onun üstünden sessizce geçmemizi söyler,
Hayatın en yüksek çemberlerinde bir skandal gibi.
Kusursuz iyi çocuklar doğar onun yardımı olmaksızın.
Nüfuslandıramazdı gezegeni bir milyon senede,
o kadar güçbelâ gelir ki.

Bırakın gerçek aşkı asla bulmayan insanlar
deyip dursunlar öyle bir şey yoktur.

İnançları daha kolaylaştıracaktır yaşamayı ve ölmeyi onlar için.

Çeviren: Vehbi Taşar


TRUE LOVE
By Wislawa Szymborska

True love. Is it normal
is it serious, is it practical?
What does the world get from two people
who exist in a world of their own?

Placed on the same pedestal for no good reason,
drawn randomly from millions but convinced
it had to happen this way - in reward for what?
For nothing.
The light descends from nowhere.
Why on these two and not on others?
Doesn't this outrage justice? Yes it does.
Doesn't it disrupt our painstakingly erected principles,
and cast the moral from the peak? Yes on both accounts.

Look at the happy couple.
Couldn't they at least try to hide it,
fake a little depression for their friends' sake?
Listen to them laughing - its an insult.
The language they use - deceptively clear.
And their little celebrations, rituals,
the elaborate mutual routines -
it's obviously a plot behind the human race's back!

It's hard even to guess how far things might go
if people start to follow their example.
What could religion and poetry count on?
What would be remembered? What renounced?
Who'd want to stay within bounds?

True love. Is it really necessary?
Tact and common sense tell us to pass over it in silence,
like a scandal in Life's highest circles.
Perfectly good children are born without its help.
It couldn't populate the planet in a million years,
it comes along so rarely.

Let the people who never find true love
keep saying that there's no such thing.

Their faith will make it easier for them to live and die.]]> http://www.eltcafe.net/showthread.php?tid=3993 Tue, 12 May 2009 19:37:47 +0300 http://www.eltcafe.net/showthread.php?tid=3993 Wislawa Szymborska

Filimleri tercih ederim.
Kedileri tercih ederim.
Warta boyunca meşeleri tercih ederim.
Dickens’i Dostoyevski’ye tercih ederim.
Kendimin insanları sevmesini tercih ederim
insan cinsini sevmesine kendimin.
Elimde iğne iplik olmasını tercih ederim, gerekirse.
Yeşil rengi tercih ederim.
Sürdürmemeyi tercih ederim
sebebin herşeyden sorumlu olduğunu.
İstisnaları tercih ederim.
Erken yola çıkmayı tercih ederim.
Doktorlarla başka birşey hakkında konuşmayı tercih ederim.
Eski ince ince çizilmiş resimleri tercih ederim.
Şiirler yazmanın saçmalığını tercih ederim
saçmalığına yazmamanın şiirleri.
Belirli olmayan yıldönümlerini tercih ederim, aşk konusunda,
hergün kutlanabilen.
Ahlakçıları tercih ederim
bana hiçbirşey söz vermeyen.
Kurnaz sevecenliği tercih ederim herkese çok fazla güvenen cinsinden.
Yeryüzünü sivil giysilerde tercih ederim.
Zafer kazanmış olmayı ülkeler feth etmeye tercih ederim.
Ayırtılmış birtakım yerlerim olmasını tercih ederim.
Kargaşalık cehennemini tertiplilik cehennemine tercih ederim.
Grimm’in peri masallarını gazetelerin ön sayfalarına tercih ederim.
Çiçeksiz yaprakları yapraksız çiçeklere tercih ederim.
Kuyrukları kırpılmamış köpekleri tercih ederim.
Açık renkli gözleri tercih ederim, benimkiler koyu olduğundan.
Yazı masası çekmecelerini tercih ederim.
Burada bahsetmediğim daha pek çok şeyi tercih ederim
gene söylemeden bırakmış olduğum birçok şeylere.
Başıboş bırakılmış sıfırları tercih ederim
sıralanmış olanlarına bir şifrenin ardından.
Böceklerin zamanını tercih ederim yıldızların zamanına.
Tahtaya vurmayı tercih ederim.
Ne kadar daha kaldığını ve ne zamanı sormamayı tercih ederim.
Akılda tutmayı tercih ederim olasılığını dahi
var oluşun kendine has bir sebebi olduğunu var olmak için.

Çeviren: Vehbi Taşar

POSSIBILITIES
Wislawa Szymborska

I prefer movies.
I prefer cats.
I prefer the oaks along the Warta.
I prefer Dickens to Dostoyevsky.
I prefer myself liking people
to myself loving mankind.
I prefer keeping a needle and thread on hand, just in case.
I prefer the color green.
I prefer not to maintain
that reason is to blame for everything.
I prefer exceptions.
I prefer to leave early.
I prefer talking to doctors about something else.
I prefer the old fine-lined illustrations.
I prefer the absurdity of writing poems
to the absurdity of not writing poems.
I prefer, where love's concerned, nonspecific anniversaries
that can be celebrated every day.
I prefer moralists
who promise me nothing.
I prefer cunning kindness to the over-trustful kind.
I prefer the earth in civvies.
I prefer conquered to conquering countries.
I prefer having some reservations.
I prefer the hell of chaos to the hell of order.
I prefer Grimms' fairy tales to the newspapers' front pages.
I prefer leaves without flowers to flowers without leaves.
I prefer dogs with uncropped tails.
I prefer light eyes, since mine are dark.
I prefer desk drawers.
I prefer many things that I haven't mentioned here
to many things I've also left unsaid.
I prefer zeroes on the loose
to those lined up behind a cipher.
I prefer the time of insects to the time of stars.
I prefer to knock on wood.
I prefer not to ask how much longer and when.
I prefer keeping in mind even the possibility
that existence has its own reason for being. ]]> Wislawa Szymborska

Filimleri tercih ederim.
Kedileri tercih ederim.
Warta boyunca meşeleri tercih ederim.
Dickens’i Dostoyevski’ye tercih ederim.
Kendimin insanları sevmesini tercih ederim
insan cinsini sevmesine kendimin.
Elimde iğne iplik olmasını tercih ederim, gerekirse.
Yeşil rengi tercih ederim.
Sürdürmemeyi tercih ederim
sebebin herşeyden sorumlu olduğunu.
İstisnaları tercih ederim.
Erken yola çıkmayı tercih ederim.
Doktorlarla başka birşey hakkında konuşmayı tercih ederim.
Eski ince ince çizilmiş resimleri tercih ederim.
Şiirler yazmanın saçmalığını tercih ederim
saçmalığına yazmamanın şiirleri.
Belirli olmayan yıldönümlerini tercih ederim, aşk konusunda,
hergün kutlanabilen.
Ahlakçıları tercih ederim
bana hiçbirşey söz vermeyen.
Kurnaz sevecenliği tercih ederim herkese çok fazla güvenen cinsinden.
Yeryüzünü sivil giysilerde tercih ederim.
Zafer kazanmış olmayı ülkeler feth etmeye tercih ederim.
Ayırtılmış birtakım yerlerim olmasını tercih ederim.
Kargaşalık cehennemini tertiplilik cehennemine tercih ederim.
Grimm’in peri masallarını gazetelerin ön sayfalarına tercih ederim.
Çiçeksiz yaprakları yapraksız çiçeklere tercih ederim.
Kuyrukları kırpılmamış köpekleri tercih ederim.
Açık renkli gözleri tercih ederim, benimkiler koyu olduğundan.
Yazı masası çekmecelerini tercih ederim.
Burada bahsetmediğim daha pek çok şeyi tercih ederim
gene söylemeden bırakmış olduğum birçok şeylere.
Başıboş bırakılmış sıfırları tercih ederim
sıralanmış olanlarına bir şifrenin ardından.
Böceklerin zamanını tercih ederim yıldızların zamanına.
Tahtaya vurmayı tercih ederim.
Ne kadar daha kaldığını ve ne zamanı sormamayı tercih ederim.
Akılda tutmayı tercih ederim olasılığını dahi
var oluşun kendine has bir sebebi olduğunu var olmak için.

Çeviren: Vehbi Taşar

POSSIBILITIES
Wislawa Szymborska

I prefer movies.
I prefer cats.
I prefer the oaks along the Warta.
I prefer Dickens to Dostoyevsky.
I prefer myself liking people
to myself loving mankind.
I prefer keeping a needle and thread on hand, just in case.
I prefer the color green.
I prefer not to maintain
that reason is to blame for everything.
I prefer exceptions.
I prefer to leave early.
I prefer talking to doctors about something else.
I prefer the old fine-lined illustrations.
I prefer the absurdity of writing poems
to the absurdity of not writing poems.
I prefer, where love's concerned, nonspecific anniversaries
that can be celebrated every day.
I prefer moralists
who promise me nothing.
I prefer cunning kindness to the over-trustful kind.
I prefer the earth in civvies.
I prefer conquered to conquering countries.
I prefer having some reservations.
I prefer the hell of chaos to the hell of order.
I prefer Grimms' fairy tales to the newspapers' front pages.
I prefer leaves without flowers to flowers without leaves.
I prefer dogs with uncropped tails.
I prefer light eyes, since mine are dark.
I prefer desk drawers.
I prefer many things that I haven't mentioned here
to many things I've also left unsaid.
I prefer zeroes on the loose
to those lined up behind a cipher.
I prefer the time of insects to the time of stars.
I prefer to knock on wood.
I prefer not to ask how much longer and when.
I prefer keeping in mind even the possibility
that existence has its own reason for being. ]]> http://www.eltcafe.net/showthread.php?tid=3992 Tue, 12 May 2009 19:34:30 +0300 http://www.eltcafe.net/showthread.php?tid=3992
Bu eski haritanın tam köşesinde özlediğim bir ülke var. Elmaların, tepelerin, tembel ırmakların, ekşi şarapların ve aşkın ülkesi. Ne yazık ki, kocaman bir örümcek ağını örmüş onun üstüne, ve yapışkan salyayla kapatmış düşlerin geçiş kapılarını.

Her zaman böyledir: ateşli kılıçlı bir melek, bir örümcek, ve vicdan.


Zbigniew Herbert (1924 — 1998, Polonya)
Çeviren: İsmail Haydar Aksoy
________________________________________________________________________________ _______________
Country
by Zbigniew Herbert

At the very corner of this old map is a country I long for. It is the country of apples, hills, lazy rivers, sour wine, and love. Unfortunately a huge spider has spun its web over it, and with sticky saliva has closed the toll gates of dreams.

It is always like that: an angel with a fiery sword, a spider, and conscience.]]>
Bu eski haritanın tam köşesinde özlediğim bir ülke var. Elmaların, tepelerin, tembel ırmakların, ekşi şarapların ve aşkın ülkesi. Ne yazık ki, kocaman bir örümcek ağını örmüş onun üstüne, ve yapışkan salyayla kapatmış düşlerin geçiş kapılarını.

Her zaman böyledir: ateşli kılıçlı bir melek, bir örümcek, ve vicdan.


Zbigniew Herbert (1924 — 1998, Polonya)
Çeviren: İsmail Haydar Aksoy
________________________________________________________________________________ _______________
Country
by Zbigniew Herbert

At the very corner of this old map is a country I long for. It is the country of apples, hills, lazy rivers, sour wine, and love. Unfortunately a huge spider has spun its web over it, and with sticky saliva has closed the toll gates of dreams.

It is always like that: an angel with a fiery sword, a spider, and conscience.]]> http://www.eltcafe.net/showthread.php?tid=3991 Tue, 12 May 2009 19:32:36 +0300 http://www.eltcafe.net/showthread.php?tid=3991
Yazıyordum
bir an ya da bir saat için
bir akşam bir gece
büyümüştü öfkem
ürpermiştim ya da oturmuştum
yanı başımda sessizce
yaşla doluydu gözlerim
yazıyordum bütün bu zaman boyunca
ta ki ansızın fark edene dek
elimde kalem olmadığını

Tadeusz Rózewicz (d.1921, Polonya)
Çeviren: İsmail Haydar Aksoy
____________________________________________
I wrote
by Tadeusz Rózewicz

I wrote
for a moment or an hour
an evening a night
I grew angry
I trembled or sat
silent at my side
my eyes full of tears
I'd been writing all that time
until I suddenly realised
I'd no pen in my hand

(Translated by James Brockway) ]]>
Yazıyordum
bir an ya da bir saat için
bir akşam bir gece
büyümüştü öfkem
ürpermiştim ya da oturmuştum
yanı başımda sessizce
yaşla doluydu gözlerim
yazıyordum bütün bu zaman boyunca
ta ki ansızın fark edene dek
elimde kalem olmadığını

Tadeusz Rózewicz (d.1921, Polonya)
Çeviren: İsmail Haydar Aksoy
____________________________________________
I wrote
by Tadeusz Rózewicz

I wrote
for a moment or an hour
an evening a night
I grew angry
I trembled or sat
silent at my side
my eyes full of tears
I'd been writing all that time
until I suddenly realised
I'd no pen in my hand

(Translated by James Brockway) ]]> http://www.eltcafe.net/showthread.php?tid=3952 Sun, 10 May 2009 20:12:37 +0300 http://www.eltcafe.net/showthread.php?tid=3952 By Wislawa Szymborska

There is much I owe
to those I do not love.

The relief in accepting
they are closer to another.

Joy that I am not
the wolf to their sheep.

My peace be with them
for with them I am free,
and this, love can neither give,
nor know how to take.

I don't wait for them
from window to door.
Almost as patient
as a sun dial,
I understand
what love does not understand.
I forgive
what love would never have forgiven.

Between rendezvous and letter
no eternity passes,
only a few days or weeks.

My trips with them always turn out well.
Concerts are heard.
Cathedrals are toured.
Landscapes are distinct.

And when seven rivers and mountains
come between us,
they are rivers and mountains
well known from any map.

It is thanks to them
that I live in three dimensions,
in a non-lyrical and non-rhetorical space,
with a shifting, thus real, horizon.

They don't even know
how much they carry in their empty hands.

"I don't owe them anything",
love would have said
on this open topic.

BİR “TEŞEKKÜR” NOTU
Wislawa Szymborska

Çok borcum yoktur
sevmediklerime.

Onların birbirine daha yakın olduğunu
kabullenmekten gelen iç rahatlığı,

Onların koyunlarına kurt
olmadığımdan, sevinç.

Barış onlarla birlikte olsun
çünkü ben onlarla hürüm,
ve şu, sevgi ne verebilir,
ne de almasını bilir.

Beklemem onları ben
pencereden kapıya kadar.
Neredeyse bir güneş saati
kadar sabırlı,
anlarım
aşkın anlamadığını.
Affederim
aşkın affedemediğini.

Buluşma ve mektup arasında,
sonsuzluk geçmez,
yalnızca bir kaç gün ya da haftalar.

Onlarla kısa yolculuklarım her zaman iyi geçer.
Konserler dinlenilir.
Katedraller gezilir
Manzaralar belirgindir.

Ve yedi tane nehir ve dağ
aramıza geldiğinde,

onlar nehirler ve dağlardır
bilinen her haritada.

Onlar sayesindedir
üç boyutta yaşamam,
heyecansız ve güzel sözleri olmayan bir uzayda,
kayan ve böylece gerçek bir ufukla.
Bilmezler bile
ne kadar cok şey taşıdıklarını boş ellerinde.

“Onlara hiç birşey borçlu değilim”,
derdi aşk
bu açık konuda.

Çeviri: Vehbi Taşar]]> By Wislawa Szymborska

There is much I owe
to those I do not love.

The relief in accepting
they are closer to another.

Joy that I am not
the wolf to their sheep.

My peace be with them
for with them I am free,
and this, love can neither give,
nor know how to take.

I don't wait for them
from window to door.
Almost as patient
as a sun dial,
I understand
what love does not understand.
I forgive
what love would never have forgiven.

Between rendezvous and letter
no eternity passes,
only a few days or weeks.

My trips with them always turn out well.
Concerts are heard.
Cathedrals are toured.
Landscapes are distinct.

And when seven rivers and mountains
come between us,
they are rivers and mountains
well known from any map.

It is thanks to them
that I live in three dimensions,
in a non-lyrical and non-rhetorical space,
with a shifting, thus real, horizon.

They don't even know
how much they carry in their empty hands.

"I don't owe them anything",
love would have said
on this open topic.

BİR “TEŞEKKÜR” NOTU
Wislawa Szymborska

Çok borcum yoktur
sevmediklerime.

Onların birbirine daha yakın olduğunu
kabullenmekten gelen iç rahatlığı,

Onların koyunlarına kurt
olmadığımdan, sevinç.

Barış onlarla birlikte olsun
çünkü ben onlarla hürüm,
ve şu, sevgi ne verebilir,
ne de almasını bilir.

Beklemem onları ben
pencereden kapıya kadar.
Neredeyse bir güneş saati
kadar sabırlı,
anlarım
aşkın anlamadığını.
Affederim
aşkın affedemediğini.

Buluşma ve mektup arasında,
sonsuzluk geçmez,
yalnızca bir kaç gün ya da haftalar.

Onlarla kısa yolculuklarım her zaman iyi geçer.
Konserler dinlenilir.
Katedraller gezilir
Manzaralar belirgindir.

Ve yedi tane nehir ve dağ
aramıza geldiğinde,

onlar nehirler ve dağlardır
bilinen her haritada.

Onlar sayesindedir
üç boyutta yaşamam,
heyecansız ve güzel sözleri olmayan bir uzayda,
kayan ve böylece gerçek bir ufukla.
Bilmezler bile
ne kadar cok şey taşıdıklarını boş ellerinde.

“Onlara hiç birşey borçlu değilim”,
derdi aşk
bu açık konuda.

Çeviri: Vehbi Taşar]]> http://www.eltcafe.net/showthread.php?tid=3951 Sun, 10 May 2009 20:10:04 +0300 http://www.eltcafe.net/showthread.php?tid=3951
By Wislawa Szymborska


What needs to be done?
Fill out the application
and enclose the resume.

Regardless of the length of life,
a resume is best kept short.

Concise, well-chosen facts are de rigeur.
Landscapes are replaced by addresses,
shaky memories give way to unshakable dates.

Of all your loves, mention only the marriage;
of all your children, only those who were born.

Who knows you matters more than whom you know.
Trips only if taken abroad.
Memberships in what but without why.
Honors, but not how they were earned.

Write as if you'd never talked to yourself
and always kept yourself at arm's length.

Pass over in silence your dogs, cats, birds,
dusty keepsakes, friends, and dreams.

Price, not worth,
and title, not what's inside.
His shoe size, not where he's off to,
that one you pass off as yourself.
In addition, a photograph with one ear showing.
What matters is its shape, not what it hears.
What is there to hear, anyway?
The clatter of paper shredders.

ÖZGEÇMİŞ YAZMAK

By Wislawa Szymborska


Ne yapmanız mı gerek?
Başvurunuzu tamamlayın
Ve özgeçmişinizi ekte yollayın

Ne kadar çok yaşarsanız yaşayın
Özgeçmiş kısa olsa iyi olur.

Az ve öz, iyi seçilmiş gerçekler kural olarak konulmalı,
Adresler manzaraların yerini tutmalı,
Titrek hatıralar titremeyen tarihlerle değiştirilmeli,

Bütün aşklarınız arasından, sadece evliliğinizden bahsedin;
Bütün çocuklarınız arasından, sadece doğmuş olanları yazın.

Kimin sizi tanıdığı sizin kimi tanıdığınızdan daha önemlidir.
Yalnızca yabancı ülkelere yaptığınız yolculuklardan bahsedin.
Nerelere üye olduğunuzu söyleyin, fakat neden üye olduğunuzu değil,
Aldığınız ödülleri söyleyin, fakat nasıl kazandığınızı değil,

Sanki hiç kendi kendinizle konuşmazmışsınız gibi yazın öz geçmişinizi
Herzaman kendinizi arka planda tutaraktan, kol boyu uzakta.

Köpekleriniz, kedileriniz ve kuşlarınız, tozlanmıs mallarınız,
Dostlarınız ve düşlerinizi sessizce es geçin.

Kendiniz olarak sattığınız zatın,
Fiyatı sizin fiyatınızla bir değil,
Ünvanı özgeçmişdeki ünvana benzemez,
Ayakkabısının numarası gittiği yere uymaz.
Ayrıca, bir tek kulağını gösteren fotoğrafını da unutmayın.
Önemli olan ne işittiği değil, kulağının biçimidir.
Duyacak ne var ki zaten?
Kağıt doğrayan makinaların gürültüsünden başka.

İngilizce tercümesinden çeviren: Vehbi Taşar]]>
By Wislawa Szymborska


What needs to be done?
Fill out the application
and enclose the resume.

Regardless of the length of life,
a resume is best kept short.

Concise, well-chosen facts are de rigeur.
Landscapes are replaced by addresses,
shaky memories give way to unshakable dates.

Of all your loves, mention only the marriage;
of all your children, only those who were born.

Who knows you matters more than whom you know.
Trips only if taken abroad.
Memberships in what but without why.
Honors, but not how they were earned.

Write as if you'd never talked to yourself
and always kept yourself at arm's length.

Pass over in silence your dogs, cats, birds,
dusty keepsakes, friends, and dreams.

Price, not worth,
and title, not what's inside.
His shoe size, not where he's off to,
that one you pass off as yourself.
In addition, a photograph with one ear showing.
What matters is its shape, not what it hears.
What is there to hear, anyway?
The clatter of paper shredders.

ÖZGEÇMİŞ YAZMAK

By Wislawa Szymborska


Ne yapmanız mı gerek?
Başvurunuzu tamamlayın
Ve özgeçmişinizi ekte yollayın

Ne kadar çok yaşarsanız yaşayın
Özgeçmiş kısa olsa iyi olur.

Az ve öz, iyi seçilmiş gerçekler kural olarak konulmalı,
Adresler manzaraların yerini tutmalı,
Titrek hatıralar titremeyen tarihlerle değiştirilmeli,

Bütün aşklarınız arasından, sadece evliliğinizden bahsedin;
Bütün çocuklarınız arasından, sadece doğmuş olanları yazın.

Kimin sizi tanıdığı sizin kimi tanıdığınızdan daha önemlidir.
Yalnızca yabancı ülkelere yaptığınız yolculuklardan bahsedin.
Nerelere üye olduğunuzu söyleyin, fakat neden üye olduğunuzu değil,
Aldığınız ödülleri söyleyin, fakat nasıl kazandığınızı değil,

Sanki hiç kendi kendinizle konuşmazmışsınız gibi yazın öz geçmişinizi
Herzaman kendinizi arka planda tutaraktan, kol boyu uzakta.

Köpekleriniz, kedileriniz ve kuşlarınız, tozlanmıs mallarınız,
Dostlarınız ve düşlerinizi sessizce es geçin.

Kendiniz olarak sattığınız zatın,
Fiyatı sizin fiyatınızla bir değil,
Ünvanı özgeçmişdeki ünvana benzemez,
Ayakkabısının numarası gittiği yere uymaz.
Ayrıca, bir tek kulağını gösteren fotoğrafını da unutmayın.
Önemli olan ne işittiği değil, kulağının biçimidir.
Duyacak ne var ki zaten?
Kağıt doğrayan makinaların gürültüsünden başka.

İngilizce tercümesinden çeviren: Vehbi Taşar]]> http://www.eltcafe.net/showthread.php?tid=3950 Sun, 10 May 2009 19:36:58 +0300 http://www.eltcafe.net/showthread.php?tid=3950
I believe that life is there to enjoy.

I believe crushes are there to crush hearts.

I believe true love is there from the start.

I believe you should give people chances.

I believe you should treat people the same because you never know what they will do for you in the future.


I believe that good things will come to people who work hard.

I believe great things come to people who never give up.

I believe silence will teach you something if you listen hard.

I believe that the heart leads you in the right direction if you follow it.

I believe friends are needed no matter who you are.


I believe family should stick by your side.

I believe God will help you if you believe in him and trust him.

I believe drugs destroy.

I believe sleep calms the soul.

I believe the heart and soul are more important than looks.


I believe trust helps the world go round.

I believe love brings great things.

I believe kids could teach adults a lot if adults would just listen.

I believe pets are great because they listen and love you no matter what you look like.

I believe you should always chase your dreams.


I believe hope is something everyone needs.

I believe you need to make time for fun.

I believe music soothes the soul.

I believe that money cannot buy happiness.

I believe books can take you anywhere.


I believe jokes have to be there to keep people sane.

I believe people are special the way they are.

I believe that true friends will last a lifetime.

I believe that enjoying what you do will help you enjoy life more.

I believe parents are more important than you think.


I believe the sky is the limit.

I believe you should shoot for the stars.

I believe being loved and loving are two totally different things.

I believe that you have to love yourself before you can love others.

I believe records are made to be broken.


I believe promises should be kept.

I believe brothers and sisters are made to teach.

I believe a simple smile can make anybody's day better.

I believe that being popular is not the key to life.

I believe in being nice to nerds because you might grow up and have to work for one.


- By Unknown -]]>
I believe that life is there to enjoy.

I believe crushes are there to crush hearts.

I believe true love is there from the start.

I believe you should give people chances.

I believe you should treat people the same because you never know what they will do for you in the future.


I believe that good things will come to people who work hard.

I believe great things come to people who never give up.

I believe silence will teach you something if you listen hard.

I believe that the heart leads you in the right direction if you follow it.

I believe friends are needed no matter who you are.


I believe family should stick by your side.

I believe God will help you if you believe in him and trust him.

I believe drugs destroy.

I believe sleep calms the soul.

I believe the heart and soul are more important than looks.


I believe trust helps the world go round.

I believe love brings great things.

I believe kids could teach adults a lot if adults would just listen.

I believe pets are great because they listen and love you no matter what you look like.

I believe you should always chase your dreams.


I believe hope is something everyone needs.

I believe you need to make time for fun.

I believe music soothes the soul.

I believe that money cannot buy happiness.

I believe books can take you anywhere.


I believe jokes have to be there to keep people sane.

I believe people are special the way they are.

I believe that true friends will last a lifetime.

I believe that enjoying what you do will help you enjoy life more.

I believe parents are more important than you think.


I believe the sky is the limit.

I believe you should shoot for the stars.

I believe being loved and loving are two totally different things.

I believe that you have to love yourself before you can love others.

I believe records are made to be broken.


I believe promises should be kept.

I believe brothers and sisters are made to teach.

I believe a simple smile can make anybody's day better.

I believe that being popular is not the key to life.

I believe in being nice to nerds because you might grow up and have to work for one.


- By Unknown -]]> http://www.eltcafe.net/showthread.php?tid=3932 Sat, 09 May 2009 14:31:35 +0300 http://www.eltcafe.net/showthread.php?tid=3932
Be thankful that you don't already have everything you desire.
If you did, what would there be to look forward to?

Be thankful when you don't know something,
for it gives you the opportunity to learn.

Be thankful for the difficult times.
During those times you grow.

Be thankful for your limitations,
because they give you opportunities for improvement.

Be thankful for each new challenge,
because it will build your strength and character.

Be thankful for your mistakes.
They will teach you valuable lessons.

Be thankful when you're tired and weary,
because it means you've made a difference.

It's easy to be thankful for the good things.
A life of rich fulfillment comes to those who
are also thankful for the setbacks.

Gratitude can turn a negative into a positive.
Find a way to be thankful for your troubles,
and they can become your blessings...


- Author Unknown - ]]>
Be thankful that you don't already have everything you desire.
If you did, what would there be to look forward to?

Be thankful when you don't know something,
for it gives you the opportunity to learn.

Be thankful for the difficult times.
During those times you grow.

Be thankful for your limitations,
because they give you opportunities for improvement.

Be thankful for each new challenge,
because it will build your strength and character.

Be thankful for your mistakes.
They will teach you valuable lessons.

Be thankful when you're tired and weary,
because it means you've made a difference.

It's easy to be thankful for the good things.
A life of rich fulfillment comes to those who
are also thankful for the setbacks.

Gratitude can turn a negative into a positive.
Find a way to be thankful for your troubles,
and they can become your blessings...


- Author Unknown - ]]> http://www.eltcafe.net/showthread.php?tid=3931 Sat, 09 May 2009 14:29:32 +0300 http://www.eltcafe.net/showthread.php?tid=3931
Why do we close our eyes when we sleep? When we cry?
When we imagine? When we kiss?
This is because the most beautiful things in
the world are unseen.

We are all a little weird and life's a little weird
and when we find someone whose weirdness
is compatible with ours,
we join up with them and fall in
mutual weirdness and call it love.

There are things that we never want to let go of,
people we never want to leave behind,
but keep in mind that letting go isn't the end of the world,
it's the beginning of a new life.

Happiness lies for those who cry, those who hurt,
those who have searched and those who have tried.
For only they can appreciate the importance of the people
who have touched their lives.

A great love? It's when you shed tears and still
you care for him,
it's when he ignores you and still you long for him.
It's when he begins to love another and yet you still smile
and say I'm happy for you.

If love fails, set yourself free,
let your heart spread its wings and fly again.
Remember you may find love and lose it, but when love dies,
you never have to die with it.

The strongest people are not those who always win
but those who stand back up when they fall.

Somehow along the course of life,
you learn about yourself and realize
there should never be regrets,
only a lifelong appreciation of the choices you've made.

A true friend understands when you say, I forgot,
waits forever when you say, just a minute,
stays when you say leave me alone,
opens the door even before you knock and says can I come in?

Loving is not how you forget but how you forgive,
not how you listen but how you understand,
not what you see but how you feel,
and not how you let go but how you hold on.

It's more dangerous to weep inwardly rather than outwardly.
Outward tears can be wiped away while secret tears scar forever.

In love, very rarely do we win
but when love is true, even if you lose,
you still win just for having the tingle of loving someone
more than you love yourself.

There comes a time when we have to stop loving someone
not because that person has stopped loving us
but because we have found out
that they'd be happier if we let go.

It's best to wait for the one you want than settle for one that's available.
Best to wait for the one you love than one who is around.
Best to wait for the right one
because life is too short to waste on just someone.

Sometimes the one you love turns out to be the one who hurts you the most,
and sometimes the friend who takes you into his arms
and cries when you cry
turns out to be the love you never knew you wanted.

If you really love someone never let go,
don't believe that letting go means that you love best,
instead fight for your love,
that's what true love is.

Laugh to your heart's content; you cannot go
through life without it.


- Author Unknown -]]>
Why do we close our eyes when we sleep? When we cry?
When we imagine? When we kiss?
This is because the most beautiful things in
the world are unseen.

We are all a little weird and life's a little weird
and when we find someone whose weirdness
is compatible with ours,
we join up with them and fall in
mutual weirdness and call it love.

There are things that we never want to let go of,
people we never want to leave behind,
but keep in mind that letting go isn't the end of the world,
it's the beginning of a new life.

Happiness lies for those who cry, those who hurt,
those who have searched and those who have tried.
For only they can appreciate the importance of the people
who have touched their lives.

A great love? It's when you shed tears and still
you care for him,
it's when he ignores you and still you long for him.
It's when he begins to love another and yet you still smile
and say I'm happy for you.

If love fails, set yourself free,
let your heart spread its wings and fly again.
Remember you may find love and lose it, but when love dies,
you never have to die with it.

The strongest people are not those who always win
but those who stand back up when they fall.

Somehow along the course of life,
you learn about yourself and realize
there should never be regrets,
only a lifelong appreciation of the choices you've made.

A true friend understands when you say, I forgot,
waits forever when you say, just a minute,
stays when you say leave me alone,
opens the door even before you knock and says can I come in?

Loving is not how you forget but how you forgive,
not how you listen but how you understand,
not what you see but how you feel,
and not how you let go but how you hold on.

It's more dangerous to weep inwardly rather than outwardly.
Outward tears can be wiped away while secret tears scar forever.

In love, very rarely do we win
but when love is true, even if you lose,
you still win just for having the tingle of loving someone
more than you love yourself.

There comes a time when we have to stop loving someone
not because that person has stopped loving us
but because we have found out
that they'd be happier if we let go.

It's best to wait for the one you want than settle for one that's available.
Best to wait for the one you love than one who is around.
Best to wait for the right one
because life is too short to waste on just someone.

Sometimes the one you love turns out to be the one who hurts you the most,
and sometimes the friend who takes you into his arms
and cries when you cry
turns out to be the love you never knew you wanted.

If you really love someone never let go,
don't believe that letting go means that you love best,
instead fight for your love,
that's what true love is.

Laugh to your heart's content; you cannot go
through life without it.


- Author Unknown -]]> http://www.eltcafe.net/showthread.php?tid=3877 Thu, 07 May 2009 15:37:21 +0300 http://www.eltcafe.net/showthread.php?tid=3877
I woke up early today, excited over all I get to do
before the clock strikes midnight.

I have responsibilities to fulfil today.
I am important.
My job is to choose what kind of day I am going to have.

Today..
I can complain because the weather is rainy
or
I can be thankful that the grass is getting
watered for free.

Today..
I can feel sad that I don't have more money
or
I can be glad that my finances encourage me to plan my
purchases wisely and guide me away from waste.

Today..
I can grumble about my health
or
I can rejoice that I am alive.

Today..
I can lament over all that my parents
didn't give me when I was growing up
or
I can feel grateful that they allowed me to be born.

Today..
I can cry because roses have thorns
or
I can celebrate that thorns have roses.

Today..
I can mourn my lack of friends
or
I can excitedly embark upon a quest
to discover new relationships.

Today..
I can whine because I have to go to work
or
I can shout for joy because I have a job to do.

Today..
I can complain because I have to go to school
or
eagerly open my mind and fill it with rich new
titbits of knowledge.

Today..
I can murmur dejectedly because I have to do housework
or
I can feel honoured because the Lord has provided
shelter for my mind, body and soul.

Today..
Stretches ahead of me, waiting to be shaped.
And here I am, the sculptor who gets to do the shaping.

What today will be like is up to me.
I get to choose what kind of day I will have!
Have a Great Day...
Unless you have other plans.


- Author Unknown -]]>
I woke up early today, excited over all I get to do
before the clock strikes midnight.

I have responsibilities to fulfil today.
I am important.
My job is to choose what kind of day I am going to have.

Today..
I can complain because the weather is rainy
or
I can be thankful that the grass is getting
watered for free.

Today..
I can feel sad that I don't have more money
or
I can be glad that my finances encourage me to plan my
purchases wisely and guide me away from waste.

Today..
I can grumble about my health
or
I can rejoice that I am alive.

Today..
I can lament over all that my parents
didn't give me when I was growing up
or
I can feel grateful that they allowed me to be born.

Today..
I can cry because roses have thorns
or
I can celebrate that thorns have roses.

Today..
I can mourn my lack of friends
or
I can excitedly embark upon a quest
to discover new relationships.

Today..
I can whine because I have to go to work
or
I can shout for joy because I have a job to do.

Today..
I can complain because I have to go to school
or
eagerly open my mind and fill it with rich new
titbits of knowledge.

Today..
I can murmur dejectedly because I have to do housework
or
I can feel honoured because the Lord has provided
shelter for my mind, body and soul.

Today..
Stretches ahead of me, waiting to be shaped.
And here I am, the sculptor who gets to do the shaping.

What today will be like is up to me.
I get to choose what kind of day I will have!
Have a Great Day...
Unless you have other plans.


- Author Unknown -]]> http://www.eltcafe.net/showthread.php?tid=3787 Sat, 02 May 2009 14:15:59 +0300 http://www.eltcafe.net/showthread.php?tid=3787
I believe-
that we don't have to change friends
if we understand that friends change.

I believe-
that no matter how good a friend is,
they're going to hurt you every
once in a while and you must forgive
them for that.

I believe-
that true friendship continues to grow,
even over the longest distance.
Same goes for true love.

I believe-
that you can do something in an instant
that will give you heartache for life.

I believe-
that it's taking me a long time
to become the person I want to be.

I believe-
that you should always leave loved ones
with loving words. It may be the last
time you see them.

I believe-
that you can keep going
long after you can't.

I believe-
that we are responsible for what we do,
no matter how we feel.

I believe-
that either you control your attitude
or it controls you.

I believe-
that regardless of how hot and
steamy a relationship is at first,
the passion fades and there had
better be something else to take
its place.

I believe-
that heroes are the people
who do what has to be done
when it needs to be done,
regardless of the consequences.

I believe-
that money is a lousy way of keeping score.

I believe-
that my best friend and I can do anything
or nothing and have the best time.

I believe-
that sometimes the people you expect
to kick you when you're down,
will be the ones to help you get back up.

I believe-
that sometimes when I'm angry
I have the right to be angry,
but that doesn't give me
the right to be cruel.

I believe-
that just because someone doesn't love
you the way you want them to doesn't
mean they don't love you with all they have.

I believe-
that maturity has more to do with
what types of experiences you've had
and what you've learned from them
and less to do with how many
birthdays you've celebrated.

I believe-
that it isn't always enough to be
forgiven by others. Sometimes you
have to learn to forgive yourself.

I believe-
that no matter how bad your heart is broken
the world doesn't stop for your grief.

I believe-
that our background and circumstances
may have influenced who we are,
but we are responsible for who we become.

I believe-
that just because two people argue,
it doesn't mean they don't love each other
And just because they don't argue,
it doesn't mean they do.

I believe-
that you shouldn't be so eager to find out a
secret. It could change your life forever.

I believe-
that two people can look at the exact
same thing and see something totally.
different.

I believe-
that your life can be changed in a matter of
hours by people who don't even know you.

I believe-
that even when you think you have no more
to give, when a friend cries out to you
you will find the strength to help.

I believe-
that credentials on the wall
do not make you a decent human being.

I believe-
that the people you care about most in life
are taken from you too soon.


- by Unknown -]]>
I believe-
that we don't have to change friends
if we understand that friends change.

I believe-
that no matter how good a friend is,
they're going to hurt you every
once in a while and you must forgive
them for that.

I believe-
that true friendship continues to grow,
even over the longest distance.
Same goes for true love.

I believe-
that you can do something in an instant
that will give you heartache for life.

I believe-
that it's taking me a long time
to become the person I want to be.

I believe-
that you should always leave loved ones
with loving words. It may be the last
time you see them.

I believe-
that you can keep going
long after you can't.

I believe-
that we are responsible for what we do,
no matter how we feel.

I believe-
that either you control your attitude
or it controls you.

I believe-
that regardless of how hot and
steamy a relationship is at first,
the passion fades and there had
better be something else to take
its place.

I believe-
that heroes are the people
who do what has to be done
when it needs to be done,
regardless of the consequences.

I believe-
that money is a lousy way of keeping score.

I believe-
that my best friend and I can do anything
or nothing and have the best time.

I believe-
that sometimes the people you expect
to kick you when you're down,
will be the ones to help you get back up.

I believe-
that sometimes when I'm angry
I have the right to be angry,
but that doesn't give me
the right to be cruel.

I believe-
that just because someone doesn't love
you the way you want them to doesn't
mean they don't love you with all they have.

I believe-
that maturity has more to do with
what types of experiences you've had
and what you've learned from them
and less to do with how many
birthdays you've celebrated.

I believe-
that it isn't always enough to be
forgiven by others. Sometimes you
have to learn to forgive yourself.

I believe-
that no matter how bad your heart is broken
the world doesn't stop for your grief.

I believe-
that our background and circumstances
may have influenced who we are,
but we are responsible for who we become.

I believe-
that just because two people argue,
it doesn't mean they don't love each other
And just because they don't argue,
it doesn't mean they do.

I believe-
that you shouldn't be so eager to find out a
secret. It could change your life forever.

I believe-
that two people can look at the exact
same thing and see something totally.
different.

I believe-
that your life can be changed in a matter of
hours by people who don't even know you.

I believe-
that even when you think you have no more
to give, when a friend cries out to you
you will find the strength to help.

I believe-
that credentials on the wall
do not make you a decent human being.

I believe-
that the people you care about most in life
are taken from you too soon.


- by Unknown -]]> http://www.eltcafe.net/showthread.php?tid=3784 Sat, 02 May 2009 14:07:53 +0300 http://www.eltcafe.net/showthread.php?tid=3784
You don't always show it,
but I know that you care.

You My friend
If I'd ever need you,
I know you'd be there.

You I'm glad you're my friend.
Your smile makes me smile.
Your pain makes me hurt.

You My friend
I want you to know:
If you need me--I'm there.
make you happy,
make you laugh.

You My friend
Sometimes you make me mad,
but I can't stay mad.

You My friend
Sometimes I want to get away from you.
And sometimes there's nothing I want more than:
to talk to you,
to tell you about my day,
to hear about yours,
to laugh with you,
to tease you,
to share an inside joke,
that no one else would get,
to argue with you,
but know we're just kidding..

You My friend
Do you remember the time when...?
There are so many times.

You My friend
Don't ever lose the wonderful person you are.
Stay happy.
Stay healthy.
Stay you.

You My friend
I'll never stop being your friend.
Don't ever stop being mine.

You My friend
Just wanted to tell you:
I care.


- by Unknown -]]>
You don't always show it,
but I know that you care.

You My friend
If I'd ever need you,
I know you'd be there.

You I'm glad you're my friend.
Your smile makes me smile.
Your pain makes me hurt.

You My friend
I want you to know:
If you need me--I'm there.
make you happy,
make you laugh.

You My friend
Sometimes you make me mad,
but I can't stay mad.

You My friend
Sometimes I want to get away from you.
And sometimes there's nothing I want more than:
to talk to you,
to tell you about my day,
to hear about yours,
to laugh with you,
to tease you,
to share an inside joke,
that no one else would get,
to argue with you,
but know we're just kidding..

You My friend
Do you remember the time when...?
There are so many times.

You My friend
Don't ever lose the wonderful person you are.
Stay happy.
Stay healthy.
Stay you.

You My friend
I'll never stop being your friend.
Don't ever stop being mine.

You My friend
Just wanted to tell you:
I care.


- by Unknown -]]> http://www.eltcafe.net/showthread.php?tid=1800 Tue, 24 Mar 2009 16:14:20 +0200 http://www.eltcafe.net/showthread.php?tid=1800
If there is a future there is time for mending-
Time to see your troubles coming to an ending.

Life is never hopeless however great your sorrow-
If you're looking forward to a new tomorrow.

If there is time for wishing then there is time for hoping-
When through doubt and darkness you are blindly groping.

Though the heart be heavy and hurt you may be feeling-
If there is time for praying there is time for healing.

So if through your window there is a new day breaking-
Thank God for the promise, though mind and soul be aching,

If with harvest over there is grain enough for gleaning-
There is a new tomorrow and life still has meaning.



~ Author unknown~]]>
If there is a future there is time for mending-
Time to see your troubles coming to an ending.

Life is never hopeless however great your sorrow-
If you're looking forward to a new tomorrow.

If there is time for wishing then there is time for hoping-
When through doubt and darkness you are blindly groping.

Though the heart be heavy and hurt you may be feeling-
If there is time for praying there is time for healing.

So if through your window there is a new day breaking-
Thank God for the promise, though mind and soul be aching,

If with harvest over there is grain enough for gleaning-
There is a new tomorrow and life still has meaning.



~ Author unknown~]]> http://www.eltcafe.net/showthread.php?tid=1798 Tue, 24 Mar 2009 16:06:16 +0200 http://www.eltcafe.net/showthread.php?tid=1798
In these few lines I will show you what’s in my heart
The promise of never ending love since the very start
When you walked in to my life many years ago
Falling into a love like this now never did I know

My heart had been played around before and it was known
You did not tamper with my heart just loyalty was shown
You are the prince who woke me from my deep sleep
The knight in shining armor who I fell in love with so deep

You treat me like a Queen and I'll treat you like my King
I will give my love, anything you wish to you I will bring
Each hug I know I'm safe being held in yours arms
Holding your hand during the time, you protect me from harm

Each time I feel the distance when we separate
My heart feels so lonely passed the hour of eight
My eyes miss your presence having in front of my face
I can't live without you cause my heart starts running a race

Our love is strong enough, for in any army it could fight
It will last as long as the feeling of holding me tight
This love is deeper then the ocean that were surrounded by
During this relationship I've never had to ask why

Once upon time when to the world I was lost
Now I am found through the cold frost
I feel like the Cinderella putting on her glass slipper

In my heart I feel like a princess going to the ball
Dressed in beautiful clothes covered by a shawl
We have a fairytale love for the whole world to see
A beautiful bond, so kind and sharing between you and me.


- By Unknown -]]>
In these few lines I will show you what’s in my heart
The promise of never ending love since the very start
When you walked in to my life many years ago
Falling into a love like this now never did I know

My heart had been played around before and it was known
You did not tamper with my heart just loyalty was shown
You are the prince who woke me from my deep sleep
The knight in shining armor who I fell in love with so deep

You treat me like a Queen and I'll treat you like my King
I will give my love, anything you wish to you I will bring
Each hug I know I'm safe being held in yours arms
Holding your hand during the time, you protect me from harm

Each time I feel the distance when we separate
My heart feels so lonely passed the hour of eight
My eyes miss your presence having in front of my face
I can't live without you cause my heart starts running a race

Our love is strong enough, for in any army it could fight
It will last as long as the feeling of holding me tight
This love is deeper then the ocean that were surrounded by
During this relationship I've never had to ask why

Once upon time when to the world I was lost
Now I am found through the cold frost
I feel like the Cinderella putting on her glass slipper

In my heart I feel like a princess going to the ball
Dressed in beautiful clothes covered by a shawl
We have a fairytale love for the whole world to see
A beautiful bond, so kind and sharing between you and me.


- By Unknown -]]> http://www.eltcafe.net/showthread.php?tid=1796 Tue, 24 Mar 2009 15:58:10 +0200 http://www.eltcafe.net/showthread.php?tid=1796
Life isn't about keeping score.
It's not about how many friends you have
Or how accepted you are.
Not about if you have plans
this weekend or if you're alone.
It isn't about who you're dating,
who you used to date,
how many people you've dated,
or if you haven't been
with anyone at all

It isn't about who you have kissed.
It isn't about who your family is
or how much money they have.
Or what kind of car you drive.
Or where you are sent to school.

It's not about how beautiful
or ugly you are.
Or what clothes you wear,
what shoes you have on,
or what kind of music you listen to.

It's not about if your hair is blonde,
red, black, or brown.
Or if your skin is too light or too dark.
Not about what grades you get,
how smart you are,
how smart everybody else thinks you are,
or how smart standardized tests say you are.

It's not about what clubs you're in
or how good you are at "your" sport.
It's not about representing your whole being
on a piece of paper and seeing who will "accept"
the written you.

LIFE JUST ISN'T!

But, life is about who you love
and who you hurt.
It's about who you make happy
or unhappy purposefully.

It's about keeping or betraying trust.
It's about friendship, used
as a sanctity or a weapon.
It's about what you say and mean,
maybe hurtful, maybe heartening.

About starting rumors and
contributing to petty gossip.
It's about what judgments you pass and why.
And who your judgments are spread to.

It's about who you've ignored
with full control and intention.
It's about jealousy, fear,
ignorance, and revenge.
It's about carrying inner hate and love,
letting it grow, and spreading it.

But most of all, it's about using your life
to touch or poison other people's
hearts in such a way that could
have never occurred alone.
Only you choose the way
those hearts are affected,
and those choices are
what life's all about...



- By Unknown -]]>
Life isn't about keeping score.
It's not about how many friends you have
Or how accepted you are.
Not about if you have plans
this weekend or if you're alone.
It isn't about who you're dating,
who you used to date,
how many people you've dated,
or if you haven't been
with anyone at all

It isn't about who you have kissed.
It isn't about who your family is
or how much money they have.
Or what kind of car you drive.
Or where you are sent to school.

It's not about how beautiful
or ugly you are.
Or what clothes you wear,
what shoes you have on,
or what kind of music you listen to.

It's not about if your hair is blonde,
red, black, or brown.
Or if your skin is too light or too dark.
Not about what grades you get,
how smart you are,
how smart everybody else thinks you are,
or how smart standardized tests say you are.

It's not about what clubs you're in
or how good you are at "your" sport.
It's not about representing your whole being
on a piece of paper and seeing who will "accept"
the written you.

LIFE JUST ISN'T!

But, life is about who you love
and who you hurt.
It's about who you make happy
or unhappy purposefully.

It's about keeping or betraying trust.
It's about friendship, used
as a sanctity or a weapon.
It's about what you say and mean,
maybe hurtful, maybe heartening.

About starting rumors and
contributing to petty gossip.
It's about what judgments you pass and why.
And who your judgments are spread to.

It's about who you've ignored
with full control and intention.
It's about jealousy, fear,
ignorance, and revenge.
It's about carrying inner hate and love,
letting it grow, and spreading it.

But most of all, it's about using your life
to touch or poison other people's
hearts in such a way that could
have never occurred alone.
Only you choose the way
those hearts are affected,
and those choices are
what life's all about...



- By Unknown -]]>