Romanticism !!!

She walks in beauty, like the night

Of cloudless climes and starry skies;

And all that's best of dark and bright

Meet in her aspect and her eyes:

Thus mellow'd to that tender light

Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,

Had half impair'd the nameless grace

Which waves in every raven tress,

Or softly lightens o'er her face;

Where thoughts serenely sweet express

How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,

So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,

The smiles that win.

the tints that glow,

But tell of days in goodness spent,

A mind at peace with all below,

A heart whose love is innocent...

Lord Byron

♥ HEY VISITOR! HI :)

SAYFAMA HOŞGELDİNİZ

Eski Türklerde Askerler savaşırken

arkadan gelecek herhangi bir saldırıyı edebilmek için

sırtlarını bir ağaca, kaya veya taşa vererek ok atarlarmış.

Atalarımız genelde bozkır hayatı yaşadıkları için

bu sırt dayanan nesne genelde bir taş veya kaya olurmuş.

Yıllar sonra sırt dayanan taşın ismi

ARKA-TAŞ dan ARKADAŞ şeklinde

dilimize yerleşmiş ve bugün bile güvenebileceğimiz

bizi arkadan vurmayacak olan

samimiyetine güvendiğimiz kişilere verdiğimiz isimdir

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Aşk ve arkadaşlık bir gün yolda karşılaşırlar.

Aşk, kendinden emin bir şekilde sorar;

Ben senden daha samimi ve daha cana yakınım

sen niye varsın ki bu dünyada?
Arkadaşlık cevap verir:

Sen gittikten sonra bıraktığın

gözyaşlarını silmek için...

Arkadaşsız Kalmayın....

BU SAYFADAKİ MODELLERDEN

SONRA TÜRKÇE SAYFAMI DA

İNCELEYEBİLİRSİNİZ

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♥ İSTANBUL...

Know Blue Mosque, in Istanbul ?
Istanbul is a wonderful city and the only one that is divided

over 2 continents, as the Bosphorus separates Asia from Europe.

Most of the old city is in the European part and definatly worth a visit.

The Topkapi museum, the Aya Sofia and the many huge Mosques

are impressive, but also the spice Bazar and grand Bazar are

the perfect places to realize that here 2 world cultures merge.

Do not forget to eat a cheap fresh caught and grilled fish in the harbour

The Blue Mosque was nicknamed so due to the many beautiful

blue mosaic tiles, though not much can be seen on this view.

Entrance is free and though

the Mosque is in use as a prayer room,

also non-muslims are welcome and photos can be taken.

The city is a mix of modern western shops and clothing

with traditional eastern culture.

The sound of the calls for prayers in the morning makes you realize that

Islam is the main religion here,

though for me the sounds are just as curious as

the Christian bells that wake YOU up

elsewhere in the world.

:-) RIGHT ?

ATATÜRK

Atatürk'ü bu kadar güzel ifade eden bir cümleyi bugüne kadar duymadım.

Sen kalbimizdesin , gibi kalıplaşmış cümlecikler bu kartpostaldaki ifadenin yanına bile yaklaşamaz. Yazı Fransızca ve tercümesi de aşağıda yazıyor.

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''Türkiye, Atatürk için Allah'a borçlusun,

geriye kalan her şeyi de Atatürk'e...''

WISHES

This Revolution
This revolution of the world
will be through music,
will be through art
will be through love
from the very start
there's no way around it--
there's no stopping
this evolution of the world
for the children,
for the hope,
(there are lives at stake)
make peace wherever you go,
from your heart outward
let it flow,
let it grow...

Esta Revolução
Esta revolução do mundo
Será através da música,
Será através de arte
Será através do amor
Desde o início
Não há nenhuma maneira em torno dela --
Não há interrupção
Esta evolução do mundo
Para as crianças,
Para a esperança,
(Há vidas em jogo)
Fazer a paz onde quer que vá,
Do seu coração para fora Deixe -
a fluir, deixá -
lo a crescer ...

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‘Retired Europeans are richer than working people'

“The campaign, suggested by the European-Turkish Tourism Business Council President Hüseyin Baraner, will be initiated with various activities during the East Mediterranean International Tourism and Travel Exhibition (EMITT) to be held in February next year in Istanbul,” said Tekirova Mayor Yusuf Uras, who is also the Southern Antalya Tourism Development and Infrastructure Operations Union (GATAB) chairman, at a press conference held for the promotion of the campaign.
The campaign will be the first in Europe, said Baraner and added, “retired Europeans are able to see their grandchildren only at certain times due of work density. The campaign aims to enable them to have a holiday with their grandchildren during the winter season in Kemer. Retired Europeans are 25 percent richer than their children. They want to spend their money on their grandchildren.

They can be together with their grandchildren in Kemer

and have a holiday thanks to the campaign.”
He said the campaign is expected to produce results as of next year. “Hundreds of thousands of retired Europeans are expected to come to Kemer thanks to the campaign.”

FREEDOM OF MUSIC...

Fazıl Say and sharks – reflections and predictions
Fazıl Say, Turkey's most celebrated concert pianist recently tested the waters of political commentary by putting his toe in and found – Allah, Allah! – that there were sharks in the water ready to eat him alive.
Say's mistake was that he should have remained absolutely silent until his power base was strong enough to withstand the sharks and other attacks. It may be that he will never be able to speak about conditions in Turkey until he is living in a foreign country where there is real freedom of speech.
What he said was the truth, thinly obscured. The Islamists control about 70 percent of Turkey and they are gradually restraining thought and behavior more and more. Soon Say will be free to compose and perform whatever he wants, as long as it satisfies the Islamist bosses.
Eventually, the situation will become like that of Russia under Joseph Stalin (a last name the ruthless Georgian adopted meaning “man of steel.”) In that Russia, world-famous composers Serge Prokofiev and Dmitri Shostakovich had to satisfy Stalin's musical taste, and that of some other top officials in the Communist party. If they didn't, they were not just accused but convicted without trial of “decadent Western formalism” and they were forbidden to perform or to have their works performed. They were exiled from the creative musical world that they lived in and for.
Under those conditions, Prokofiev and Shostakovich recanted, perhaps more than once, admitted their “terrible error,” and composed something light and tuneful that would satisfy the good-old, honored and respected Joe Stalin (heart of steel, too) and his associates. The creative atmosphere was like being in Hell with an out-of-tune piano that had only black keys, and feeling there was no exit.
Say recanted. Said his remarks had been mistranslated or misinterpreted.

Yusuf TÜNAY

IS THIS LOVE ?

THE MEDITERRANEAN IS IN HARMONY WITH YOU

The stars sweat and you are sweating too

The same wet sparkle is on your nostrils

The noise of the motor boats does not stop

The dogs bark in the distance

A moment ago a child cried

A sheet is being shaken out from Fatma's window

Ali Dumdum is swearing for hours on end

The fishermen beat the sea

These sounds are like the earth swelling the silence

It is the silence garrulous of your geraniums

We lay on the veranda last night the offshore summer breeze above us

My hands still smell of thyme

It was as though

I didn't sleep with you but was wandering the mountains

I learned from you how to write of the sea

The blue pencil is always in my hand

Like a fishing boat goes out on a trip

my teacher wife goes to school

I open out behind hertracing a north wind in my exercise book

There is an island that is just shearwatersit turns and turns in my head

The days I've lived with you became a silver circle

when your sun touched my life

I found at last that smugglers' cave as you dazzled my eyes open

Death is perhaps like washing in those dark waters stolen from you,

greener than seaweed when still,

but blue after blue soaring with every fathom

I thought my losses, my débris, my alcoholic works

all belonged to this flat world

How was I to know I was on the peak of my happiness

I understood when I went out with you

You know those ancient Greek horses with their curly manesthe trees

with their projections are like them

when the day turns to evening

The Balan Peaks marchcompanies of souls march

towards the wholeness of beauty

My woman

you are in harmony with the Mediterranean.
Can Yücel