The seas are here, the boats of the sea
The captains of the ships, the children
Those hungry bollards swallowing the wind
Devouring the wind madly

To make time understandable
I am hanging my watch on the ropes where clothes are being dried
Each departure of yours is but a drop that falls on the roads
This is not something that shrinks when washed
Neither a ball of wool that becomes entangled while being disentangled

One foot on the ground, wish we fell inside as it split down in the middle
One foot on the road, but it is not ready yet

That which makes the balcony a balcony and
The dove a dove
The brakes that get loose and the tree that I crash into
How far are these, to him, to me, to this very place

It is our choice to wait
For the cries of the human doves
Uttered in the balconies of the underground

But a fragment of blurred voices that
Made both the dove and the balcony
Frightened and run away!

Derya ÖNDER
(Translated into English by Aysu ERDEN)