MELEK, ME AND THE NARRATIVE - II
-To my dear Melek and the Narrow-

Behind Ortaköy Taraça, on the hill,
My heart would beat in the Menekşe Apartment.
I think Melek would sense my arrival!..
She would come out of Menekşe every time.
You, my nephew, are only four years old, a cute rascal;
- Look uncle, Melek!.. Uncle!.. Melek!.. you would say…

I;
- You should say Melek Abla!.., I would say,
You again;
- Melek!.. Uncle!.. you would say,
I don't know what Hikmet!..
Did you have a heart, Melek!..
I couldn't make you say "Melek Abla"!..
We would sit in the middle of the Judas trees, make wishes on the Kilyos clover,
You wouldn't let us close our eyes,

Melek;

You can't make a wish unless your eyes are closed...  he would say,
You would immediately give us a clover leaf,
Melek didn't want to upset you,
We would make our wish!..
But it didn't happen, the wish didn't come true,
Yes, our wish didn't come true!..
Oh my nephew, oh!.. Oh İlkay, oh!..
From the lyrics of Necip Celal;
“The past is worth the imaginary world,” he says
Mualla Saylık with her naive voice on the gramophone record...
What beautiful days they were, worth the imaginary world.
Once again, one last time, those days!..
It doesn’t seem possible at all,
Oh maybe, maybe a journey in time!..

Then,
Melek moved to Ordu, to Ünye,
Because of her father’s duty.
That is, Melek was not good for either of us!..
As beautiful as Ünye, as elegant as Ünye, as calm as Ünye,
A rare flower, a rare Melek!..

Purple, damson, blue colors,
With its elegance and the fineness of a white tulip,
With its color, pattern, scent,
'He' is in the deepest, brightest, most affectionate place of my heart...

- Melek!..
We lined up with the nightingale,
Until dawn, He and then with the sunrise, I... We are with you,
We will not leave you alone.
When the nightingale falls asleep without seeing you and it is my turn at dawn...
I will breathe in the scent of the rose, your scent,
I will always be with you, always in your scent, always in your scent...

I am calling out from the curtain of Dugah like Sadettin Kaynak;
“This separation is unbearable, my love”
Nevizade places, from the practice of the fasıl;
“I am waiting on the shores of the island”
In Küçüksu;
“You sail the sea with a boat” I am waiting…
If you come,
We will go to eat zucchini at the Sirkeci Bahar Restaurant,
Then to drink tamarind in the back street Hamidiye…!
I am waiting… I am waiting for you Melek!..
Grow up quickly, naughty, Find Melek and come,

If she asks; “Sometimes under the plum trees, sometimes among the Judas trees,
She is coming and going, waiting for you” you say…
The taste of everything is with you, the taste of everything…
I am waiting for you… I am waiting for you Melek!..

March 09, 2021
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