fire: tarýk günersel: 01122001  
 

 

 

 

a fire, how great it would be if these mountains united in a
single flame,

I’m longing for a fire,

birth songs on my lips, I’ll surge forward, forehead aflame,
I’ll put a fingerprint of fire on my cheeks and show them to
burning ants saying look nature has kissed me,
warmth in my bones, I’ll find a coal black stick and waving it

say here’s a rabbit’s foot
and say prayers for fertility,
I’ll say prayers that will idolize the ceaselessness of the fire,
p
rayers which will ensure the unending burning of the trees,
I’ll engrave the immortal rhythm of the flames on my most
sensitive brain cells,

you know a fire has a drone, I believe I'll be able to find the
music behind it,

in my prayers I can almost hear that music,
I wonder how my friends will manage,
we’ll probably hang our greetings on flames and write them on

white clouds,
maybe some will write letters of complaint, I’ll reserve ashen
clouds for them,

will anyone be furious with me, I guess so, naturally

I’ll spare pink clouds for them as a surprise,
such an important fire will have dignity, the flames will have
an elegant attitude, refined, nothing crazy,
perhaps they’ll get involved in a heated discussion about which
trees will take priority,

no that would be too much, a fire must have a manly
ruggedness, it should be slightly distant,
my eyes will eventually get used to the glare, then I'll find
some companions and dance with them,
in ecstasy, my feet will leave the ground
and I'll dance above the flames,
I'm sure a reluctant flame will fall in love with me and belly-
dance,
revealing herself on the hard body of a plane tree, I'll look at
her secretly,
out of the corner of my eye,
at a time like this I wouldn't wish to be tied to a single flame,
I'll run away like the god pan to places unknown to her,
I know she'll try to finish her duty soon, in order to die, for me,
it's a pity but such things are normal in an adventure like this,
I want to set fire to my hair by a cypress, I'll find the most
elegant, the most mysterious one in the forests, it'll be like laying my
head on a feather pillow,
o nature either take me or give yourself to me,
I want such a fire that all the forests of the world will be
hallowed, now I burst into a song of birth, I will ensure the continuity
of this fire, I've written prayers that guarantee the continuous growth of
branches,
I want to be a fire,
now I'm going to anoint myself with fire,

and put a handful on my cheeks and show them to burning ants
saying look nature has kissed me