The more I approach, the more I move away
The more I move away, the more I co-exist
Constantly
Large lines
Belonging to the infinite one
who brushes lightly against my feelings...
Old lines
Which I color with sorrows
To which I give form with my tears
That I deepen through a whole life
And that I move away from in myself
And which flee from me...
Fine lines
That I mix with
Many recoveries
With which I juggle
Misleading, attractive
Transparent meanings
Significant and contradictory...
With a finality in my heart like tenderness
Sinuous in the way of love
Continuous, decided, alive...
As the lines run in me
They return to me happily
Blue, green and white
Friendly lines...


by Uzeyir Lokman CAYCI
Paris,  06.01.2006
Traduit par by Yakup YURT en français
French free verse translated into English free verse
by Joneve McCormick