Photographer - Metin Demiralay
She looks into me
The unknowing heart
To see if I love
She has confidence she forgets
Under the clouds of her eyelids
Her head falls asleep in my hands
Where are we
Together inseparable
Alive alive
He alive she alive
And my head rolls through her dreams.
Paul Éluard
Photographer - Metin Demiralay
Photographer - Metin Demiralay
Photographer - Metin Demiralay
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I often have this dream, strange, penetrating,
Of a woman, unknown, whom I love, who loves me,
And who’s never, each time, the same exactly,
Nor, exactly, different: and knows me, is loving.
Oh how she knows me, and my heart, growing
Clear for her alone, is no longer a problem,
For her alone: she alone understands, then,
How to cool the sweat of my brow with her weeping.
Photographer - Metin Demiralay
Photographer - Metin Demiralay
“Listen to many, speak to a few.” — William Shakespeare
Photographer - Metin Demiralay
Photographer - Metin Demiralay
Photographer - Metin Demiralay
Photographer - Metin Demiralay