This is a nice rain
The nature has opened for its' tears
This picture touches you
as the purple sunlight
Appears in the hole
beetween the clouds
Slowly you arrive in the holy Paris
And your eyes getting closed again
Arnhem, october 1995
Letter to Osmam Murat Ülke
in the Ankara prison
I've been with you tonight, this morning
Under the sky.
I told your story to my friends, the stars.
They were cold there out in space
Because of this foggy haze
Here on Earth.
They informed me about sending their messanger
To the sun.
She fell in deep sadness
Fearing for you, she donned
Her black funeral,
And hid behind the Moon
Not to see the shame, but after
A while she returned
Shining for you today. And the stars
Are gonna back this evening
To send their greeting glory to you
Deep with love
Brussels, october 1996