Blue height dead.

Bir zaman sevgin var idi, indi pulun var Əvvəl qəhramanın var idi, indi qulun var

Tutukla beni. Sık, bileğimden tutup, fırlat beni aklındakı labirentlere. Senin benim aklımdakı o yere yerleştir beni, kendi aklında. Sözleri ifade şeklinin bir parçası senin ellerin. Yorgunluk simgesi artık, aşk kokusu bulaşmış bakışların. Çoçukluğum ve gencliğimdesin. Kaçma, ayak bileklerinde tutsağım ben. Her kaçışında yerle bir oluyor solgun yüzüm. Ben hala, her gün sana gelen o metro kapılarındayım. Kafamın “güzelliği”, Dumanlığımdakı tek duvar olduğunun farkına var, tutunacağım. Gitme, kayıp olma. 

One evening I went again rushed to the house as it was last month, after making sure that no one is at home, in a convenient way, I went into the bedroom. In just a few penny metro card and a small bag placed next to the pillow. I was so weak that slipped out of bed, fell to the ground, next to the foot of the bed and a small closet to the approximate shot fell down. Peeled the skin fatigue, I did not feel the blood begin to flow. The door to the little room on the ground on all fours, others pushed my foot in the door. Small closet, holding stood up, holding the wall, went to the bathroom, opened the door and somehow, in the light of the fire had no power. Together with the recent strength, held on to the edge of the toilet. The last 2 weeks have been filled with water and drink it was wrong for me to stomach. What if there were an end to empty my stomach, vomiting in between them, done. I am sick about 10 minutes on the floor of the small bathroom age remember. After a little whil...