ALL SONGS, MELODIES AND TUNES THAT IN MY HEART TO HER

-…to my grandchild Defne…-

In the lakes where you soaring; “The delicate ballet of the swans” is watched…

In the valleys you pass through; meadows turn green, lambs bleat…

While the nightingale calls the rose… The goldfinch and chaffinch call out to you…

The coquetry of the gazelle is nourished by the grace of the peacock and the dolphin.

All the paintings, figures, frescoes, perspectives I see,

Picture you, describe you and describe you, express you…

The paintings that catch my eye; pastel, dark, transparent; they color in you

They feed on abstract, pastoral, still life, the landscape.

My dear, you; are in the gliding of the sailfish, the pattern of the barbs…

You are in the red tones of the begonia, the elegance of the hyacinth…

You are always in hearts, in the heart, in the chest; you are in the favorite, in the heart…

Above all; in the mind, in the brain… You are in the consciousness, in the essence…

Your grandfather
Kamil Özcan

Jul 11, 2024
Çanakkale