STORY

Volkan Ovun

--Aksaray, 1976

Listen to me pretty girl!

I'll tell you a story

And I will cry as the sky while I'm telling it

Once upon a time, there was a little boy,

Who could only say mom and pa

He was crying that time, just like now

As if he choked himself

"Mom, the moon is beautiful", he said, one night.

The boy grew up a little, pretty girl.

He smelt the flowers with joy

And watched the birds with amazement.

"Mom, what a beautiful color green is", he said

In a lovely spring morning.

When the boy was thirteen, pretty girl,

He started to know people in time.

Sometimes he was crying about bad luck

He fell in love with pink and red

In a warm summer evening.

After two summers, pretty girl,

The boy had learned breathing

He had a girlfriend, who looked like himself

"You have beautiful hair", he would say

While the yellow leaves were falling down.

Three autumns passed, pretty girl.

Well then the boy wanted to love

And to be loved like crazy.

"How beautiful you are", he said to his girlfriend

In a snowy winter day.

The boy looked at the world;

At everything, that he loved.

At the colors, at the sky and at his girlfriend.

She was more beautiful.

The boy loved and to be loved a lot.

He took his girlfriend to the green countryside

In the spring morning.

And then,

"Listen to me pretty girl!", he started,

"I'll tell you a story,

And I'll cry with happiness

While I'm telling it."

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