When We Lose People We Love, We

Suddenly Ka Realized He Was In Love With İpek. And Realizing That This Love Would Determine The Rest Of His Life, He Was Filled With Dread.

What Was Venerated As Style Was Nothing More Than An Imperfection Or Flaw That Revealed The Guilty Hand.

The Image That I Remember Most Of All Is Of The Fenerbahçe Players Storming Into The Stadium Before Kickoff. They Were Called The Canaries Because Of Their Yellow Jerseys. It Was As If They, Like Canaries, Were Fluttering Into The Stadium Out Of A Hole. I Loved It. It Was Poetry.

When We Lose People We Love, We Should Never Disturb Their Souls, Whether Living Or Dead. Instead. We Should Find Consolation In An Object That Reminds You Of Them, Something...i Don't Know...even An Earring

Love Is A Sacred Silence.