<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456357973598630392</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:23:45.445+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Poesie, Übersetzungen</title><subtitle type='html'>Verse, poetische Übersetzungen - Türkisch</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eralpppp.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456357973598630392/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eralpppp.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Pixie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456357973598630392.post-5760377423866414030</id><published>2009-09-13T00:39:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T00:40:19.950+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Hepsini karışıtırın&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;en şapşalından don kişot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;en tatlısından forrest gump&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;fildişinden kamikaze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;üç öğün&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;yemeklerden sonra bir kaşık&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456357973598630392-5760377423866414030?l=eralpppp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456357973598630392/posts/default/5760377423866414030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456357973598630392/posts/default/5760377423866414030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eralpppp.blogspot.com/2009/09/hepsini-karstrn-en-sapsalndan-don-kisot.html' title=''/><author><name>Pixie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456357973598630392.post-1900383614521435442</id><published>2009-09-12T14:07:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T15:19:00.910+03:00</updated><title type='text'>a turkish poem by halim şefik</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;fish mouth&lt;br /&gt;“…&lt;br /&gt;this is the story of a swordfish&lt;br /&gt;who would care if not written&lt;br /&gt;still the stream carrying us to new waters has ceased&lt;br /&gt;we were following the mackerel&lt;br /&gt;i was there in that shoal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;with a spear gun wound on my back&lt;br /&gt;happy i was though&lt;br /&gt;somehow it kept haunting&lt;br /&gt;this shouting “net ahead”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;with mermaids stuck in my mind&lt;br /&gt;i won’t ever heal&lt;br /&gt;only thons would dare to whip fishgarths&lt;br /&gt;once i caught up in the net i’m done&lt;br /&gt;even a child could haul me on board&lt;br /&gt;if i was not that heavy&lt;br /&gt;what makes me rally to survive is joy of life&lt;br /&gt;in this strait hither and thither&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;oh you whitebaits&lt;br /&gt;with my sword cutting away the bottom of the dark&lt;br /&gt;made you thousands of seasparkles&lt;br /&gt;ah it always happens in frosty nights&lt;br /&gt;with a spear gun wound on my back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;come and take me to that fisher boat with purple border&lt;br /&gt;sorrow in my big eyes&lt;br /&gt;lament on my sword&lt;br /&gt;c’mon sell me off&lt;br /&gt;for a bottle of wine&lt;br /&gt;…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;——————————————————————————————————&lt;br /&gt;balık ağzı&lt;br /&gt;“…&lt;br /&gt;bu bir kılıçbalığının öyküsü&lt;br /&gt;yazılmasa da olurdu&lt;br /&gt;ama bizi yeni sulara götürecek akıntı durdu&lt;br /&gt;uskumrunun arkasından gidiyorduk&lt;br /&gt;sürünün içinde ben de vardım&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;sırtımda bir zıpkın yarası&lt;br /&gt;mutlu olmasına mutluydum&lt;br /&gt;nedense gitmiyordu kulağımdan&lt;br /&gt;bir türlü o “ağ var” sesleri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;deniz kızı girmiş düşünceme&lt;br /&gt;ben iflah olmam&lt;br /&gt;dalyanları birbirine katmak orkinosların harcı&lt;br /&gt;dolanınca ağa çok geçmeden küserim&lt;br /&gt;bir çocuk bile çeker sandala beni&lt;br /&gt;bu kadar ağır olmasam&lt;br /&gt;beni böyle koşturan yaşama sevinci&lt;br /&gt;kanal boyunca bir o yana bir bu yana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;siz yok musunuz siz derya kuzuları&lt;br /&gt;kestim kılıcımla karanlığını dibini&lt;br /&gt;yakamoz içinde bıraktım suları&lt;br /&gt;ah ayaz gecelerde olur ne olursa&lt;br /&gt;sırtımda bir zıpkın yarası&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;alın beni mor kuşaklı bir takaya götürün&lt;br /&gt;iri gözlerimde keder&lt;br /&gt;kılıcımda hüzün&lt;br /&gt;satın beni satın beni&lt;br /&gt;rakı için&lt;br /&gt;…”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456357973598630392-1900383614521435442?l=eralpppp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456357973598630392/posts/default/1900383614521435442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456357973598630392/posts/default/1900383614521435442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eralpppp.blogspot.com/2009/09/turkish-poem-by-halim-sefik.html' title='a turkish poem by halim şefik'/><author><name>Pixie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456357973598630392.post-3837465807579516566</id><published>2009-09-04T00:44:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T00:45:44.334+03:00</updated><title type='text'>On Your Lip</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;A star shining on your lip &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;As if you were saying a magic word &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;And stood there still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456357973598630392-3837465807579516566?l=eralpppp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456357973598630392/posts/default/3837465807579516566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456357973598630392/posts/default/3837465807579516566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eralpppp.blogspot.com/2009/09/on-your-lip.html' title='On Your Lip'/><author><name>Pixie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456357973598630392.post-5493675816619627501</id><published>2009-08-27T17:31:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T17:33:18.469+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ses</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Avaz avaz şiir okurdu&lt;br /&gt;Bıçkın göz pınarlarının akabinde&lt;br /&gt;Yırtardı kelimeleri hoyratça&lt;br /&gt;Değil miydi ki o aşkı uğruna&lt;br /&gt;Kendi dilini unutan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456357973598630392-5493675816619627501?l=eralpppp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456357973598630392/posts/default/5493675816619627501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456357973598630392/posts/default/5493675816619627501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eralpppp.blogspot.com/2009/08/ses.html' title='Ses'/><author><name>Pixie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456357973598630392.post-956003316284832413</id><published>2009-06-17T19:45:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T19:47:46.893+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ağır Bir Parfüm Reveransı</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;from “Reverence of a Whiffing Perfume”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;never mind! i couldn’t suckle your mountain&lt;br /&gt;poison rattles in my black milk!&lt;br /&gt;no fury! i didn’t put another stone to your mountain&lt;br /&gt;salt in my blood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but these lips bending and&lt;br /&gt;whispering MOUNTAIN to your ear&lt;br /&gt;never will your hands or your feet&lt;br /&gt;or the hem of my garment or your forehead&lt;br /&gt;be kissed by them&lt;br /&gt;don’t get angry&lt;br /&gt;only, bursting like a ghost river fallen galloping&lt;br /&gt;to other&lt;br /&gt;to far other mountains on horseback flowing as blood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Küçük İskender&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ağır Bir Parfüm Reveransı’ndan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;bakma! dağını emziremedim&lt;br /&gt;siyah sütümde zehir şıngırdar!&lt;br /&gt;kızma! dağına bir taş da ben koyamadım&lt;br /&gt;kumumda tuz var!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ama senin kulağına eğilip&lt;br /&gt;DAĞ diye fısıldayan bu dudak&lt;br /&gt;bir gün ya elinden ya ayağından&lt;br /&gt;ya eteğimden ya da alnından&lt;br /&gt;öfkelenme, ö-pmeyecek,&lt;br /&gt;sadece şehit düşmüş bir hayalet nehir gibi fışkırı-p&lt;br /&gt;başka&lt;br /&gt;bambaşka dağlara at sırtında dörtnala kan olup akacak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Küçük İskender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456357973598630392-956003316284832413?l=eralpppp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456357973598630392/posts/default/956003316284832413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456357973598630392/posts/default/956003316284832413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eralpppp.blogspot.com/2009/06/agr-bir-parfum-reverans.html' title='Ağır Bir Parfüm Reveransı'/><author><name>Pixie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456357973598630392.post-8145714452378719235</id><published>2009-06-12T18:05:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T19:30:51.398+03:00</updated><title type='text'>(-o-) (-o-) (-o-) (-o-) (-o-) (-o-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Buddha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Als ob er horchte. Stille: eine Ferne...&lt;br /&gt;Wir halten ein und hören sie nicht mehr.&lt;br /&gt;Und er ist Stern. Und andre große Sterne,&lt;br /&gt;die wir nicht sehen, stehen um ihn her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O er ist alles. Wirklich, warten wir,&lt;br /&gt;dass er uns sähe? Sollte er bedürfen?&lt;br /&gt;Und wenn wir hier uns vor ihm niederwürfen,&lt;br /&gt;er bliebe tief und träge wie ein Tier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dann das, was uns zu seinen Füßen reißt,&lt;br /&gt;das kreist in ihm seit Millionen Jahren.&lt;br /&gt;Er, der vergisst, was wir erfahren,&lt;br /&gt;und der erfährt, was uns verweist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rainer Maria Rilke&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;---------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Buda&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kulak vermiş gibiydi. Huzur: Bir uzaklık …&lt;br /&gt;İtaat ettik ve artık dinlemedik onu.&lt;br /&gt;O yıldızdır. Ve diğer büyük yıldızlar,&lt;br /&gt;Göremediğimiz, onun çevresini sarar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, o her şeydir. Gerçekten, bekliyoruz,&lt;br /&gt;Bizi görsün diye? Tenezzül eder miydi?&lt;br /&gt;Ve eğer biz burada önünde yere eğilsek&lt;br /&gt;O alçalırdı, bir hayvan gibi aciz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O halde, bizi onun ayaklarına kapatan neyse,&lt;br /&gt;Milyonlarca yıldır onun içinde döner durur.&lt;br /&gt;O ki biz ne öğrenirsek unutur,&lt;br /&gt;Bize ne yol gösterirse, öğrenir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Rainer Maria Rilke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456357973598630392-8145714452378719235?l=eralpppp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456357973598630392/posts/default/8145714452378719235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456357973598630392/posts/default/8145714452378719235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eralpppp.blogspot.com/2009/06/budha.html' title='(-o-) (-o-) (-o-) (-o-) (-o-) (-o-)'/><author><name>Pixie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456357973598630392.post-4572892924752051069</id><published>2009-06-11T22:35:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T22:45:11.374+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dir Zur Feier - Sana Kutlaman İçin</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Aus "DIR ZUR FEIER" (1897/1898)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ICH möchte dir ein Liebes schenken,&lt;br /&gt;das dich mir zur Vertrauten macht:&lt;br /&gt;aus meinem Tag ein Deingedenken&lt;br /&gt;und einen Traum aus meiner Nacht.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mir ist, dass wir uns selig fänden&lt;br /&gt;und dass du dann wie ein Geschmeid&lt;br /&gt;mir lösest aus den müden Händen&lt;br /&gt;die niebegehrte Zärtlichkeit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DU weißt: mein müder Wille&lt;br /&gt;lag vor dir auf den Knien,&lt;br /&gt;und flehte: „Sei die Stille…“&lt;br /&gt;und du erhörtest ihn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Du sahst: in heißem Hauchen&lt;br /&gt;ward Kranz und Kraft ihm alt,&lt;br /&gt;und er muss Kühle brauchen -:&lt;br /&gt;da warst du wie der Wald.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UND hattest tausend Tiefen,&lt;br /&gt;und wurdest wild und weit,&lt;br /&gt;und viele Stimmen riefen&lt;br /&gt;aus deiner Seltsamkeit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UND ob ihr mich von Herd und Heimat triebt Noch eh ich&lt;br /&gt;wusste, wie die Winde wehn,&lt;br /&gt;und ob ihr mich von Herd und Heimat triebt,&lt;br /&gt;ich muss im Fernen nicht im Fremden gehen und muss nicht&lt;br /&gt;bang sein; mir kann nichts geschehn,&lt;br /&gt;seit ich begreife, wie mich alles liebt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich hab das „Ich“ verlernt und weiß nur: „wir“.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mit der Geliebten wurde ich zu zwein;&lt;br /&gt;und aus uns beiden in die Welt hinein&lt;br /&gt;und über alles Wesen wuchs das Wir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Und weil wir Alles sind, sind wir allein.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rainer Maria Rilke&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sana Kutlaman İçin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEN sana bir aşk armağan edeyim istedim&lt;br /&gt;Sana aşina olayım diye:&lt;br /&gt;Günümden, senden bir hatıra&lt;br /&gt;Gecemden, bir rüya olasın.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dingin bulmuşuz birbirimizi sanki&lt;br /&gt;Sen bir eşsiz bir mücevher gibi&lt;br /&gt;Neden oldun yorgun ellerimin gösterdiği&lt;br /&gt;Daha önce hiç istenmemiş şefkate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEN biliyorsun: Yorgun irademin&lt;br /&gt;Önünde diz çöktüğünün&lt;br /&gt;Ve onun “huzur ola" yakarışlarına&lt;br /&gt;Kulak verdin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gördün: Ilık nefesinde&lt;br /&gt;Tacı ve kudreti yaşlandı&lt;br /&gt;Artık gölgeye muhtaçtı:&lt;br /&gt;Ona orman oldun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VE sayısız derinliklerin vardı,&lt;br /&gt;Ve yaban ve uzak oldun,&lt;br /&gt;Ve birçok ses duyuluyordu&lt;br /&gt;Tuhaflığından doğru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VE ocağımdan, yurdumdan sürecek misiniz beni&lt;br /&gt;Zaten biliyordum ki, rüzgarların nasıl estiğini,&lt;br /&gt;Ve ocağımdan, yurdumdan sürecek misiniz beni,&lt;br /&gt;Yaban ellerde, yabancılara gitmemeliyim&lt;br /&gt;Ve endişelenmeme gerek yok; başıma bir şey gelmez,&lt;br /&gt;Her şeyin beni nasıl sevdiğini anladığımdan beri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Beni” unuttum ve artık tek bildiğim: “Biz”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aşkımla birlikte iki oldum&lt;br /&gt;Ve ikimizden dünyaya açıldı&lt;br /&gt;Ve tüm var olandan, “biz” büyüdü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ve biz her şey olduğumuzdan, yalnızdık.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rainer Maria Rilke&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456357973598630392-4572892924752051069?l=eralpppp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456357973598630392/posts/default/4572892924752051069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456357973598630392/posts/default/4572892924752051069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eralpppp.blogspot.com/2009/06/dir-zur-feier-sana-kutlaman-icin.html' title='Dir Zur Feier - Sana Kutlaman İçin'/><author><name>Pixie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456357973598630392.post-4497837408448421685</id><published>2009-02-24T02:39:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T02:45:21.095+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Coloured</title><content type='html'>I know it's cold and grey, but let me send You&lt;br /&gt;red orange and yellow instead&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456357973598630392-4497837408448421685?l=eralpppp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456357973598630392/posts/default/4497837408448421685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456357973598630392/posts/default/4497837408448421685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eralpppp.blogspot.com/2009/02/coloured.html' title='Coloured'/><author><name>Pixie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456357973598630392.post-8625344017860170914</id><published>2007-12-07T22:56:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T00:19:09.313+02:00</updated><title type='text'>öfke</title><content type='html'>herkes&lt;br /&gt;aşk&lt;br /&gt;şiiri&lt;br /&gt;yazıyor&lt;br /&gt;ben&lt;br /&gt;de&lt;br /&gt;öfkenin&lt;br /&gt;şiirini&lt;br /&gt;yazayım&lt;br /&gt;dedim,&lt;br /&gt;ama&lt;br /&gt;gelin&lt;br /&gt;görün&lt;br /&gt;ki&lt;br /&gt;oturunca&lt;br /&gt;başına&lt;br /&gt;bu şiiri yazmaktan vazgeçtim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456357973598630392-8625344017860170914?l=eralpppp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eralpppp.blogspot.com/feeds/8625344017860170914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=456357973598630392&amp;postID=8625344017860170914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456357973598630392/posts/default/8625344017860170914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456357973598630392/posts/default/8625344017860170914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eralpppp.blogspot.com/2007/12/fke.html' title='öfke'/><author><name>Pixie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
