29 Ağustos 2000 Ingiltere
Istanbulum, canım Istanbulum
Terk etmedin beni buralarda
Sensiz hiç kalmadım
Güzelliğini hep hissettim
Özlemini hiç gideremedim
Aklımdan hiç çıkmadın
Çirkinliğini dahi altına dönüştürdüm
Zorluklarını pamuksu bulutlara yolladım
Martıların hiç gözümümün önünden gitmedi
Deniz kokunu tenimde taşıdım
Kendimi kokladım tadına varamadım
Hasretini gidermeye çalıştım
Başaramadım..
Sophie Maja
21 Temmuz 2000 Poulton-Le-Fylde – Ingiltere
Sevginin sonsuzluğunu sana baktım da inandım
Umutsuzluğu hiç hissetmedim
Sevgisizliği hiç dinlemedim
Yeşillikleri hep içimde gizledim
Sabah güneşi kadar temiz
Sonsuzluğa giden yol kadar derin
Sadece gökkuşağına varmaya çalıştım
Sophie Maja
Dear World
How are you since last week? I made a little break with my posts, but nobody should think that I stopped writing and hoping. Naoh’s Ark is still the place of freedom for everyone. Even nobody makes comments on my posts. Probably I should start translating my poems into English. My statistics side says, that more than 2000 visitor out of 30 countries came to Noah’s Ark for reading my posts.. I like that :)
Whatever today is Pablo Picasso day! He and Frida Khalo are my favourite artists. I have of course plenty more, but it doesn’t matter. I always loved the both and will love their paintings till I die the most. The funny thing is, that I love Pablo Picasso’s first period of his painting more than the other periods. The first period is the period where his subjects have still a line up and you can see what he was painting.
After I painted Demian, my first portrait ever, I knew immediately that I’m going to paint a portrait of Pablo Picasso.
I don’t think, that I have to tell more. We should let the painting speak. What do you think about my second portrait ever in my life?
Cheers from Zürich, Sophie Maja
A little drop on a hot stone..
Noah‘s Ark 13 is published for everyone, who likes to read, who also loves art and philosophy.
Everybody is welcome at this Blog. I will give my best to write in more than one language. The main languages will be Turkish and German and if I have the patience to translate or to write, it will also be in English, but English is not my mother tonge.
Mid July 2012 I had the idea to built up Noah‘a Ark 13 with the subjects art, poems, daily things, photography, etc. in the near future there will be more subjects like interviews, aid projects, etc.
I have the feeling, that there are lots of people out there, who wants to say something, but somehow they can‘t or they are afraid to say the things what are on their minds or the worse case is, they are probably psychologically ill and they are not allowed to say something or they just can‘t because of the heavy medicine they take.
Just to say it very simple. I want to become those peoples pen, who have something on their heart, who wants to tell us all something about this bitter but also beautiful world.
I want to become a little drop on a hot stone.
With love and lots of hopes,
Sophie Maja
Über die Arche Noah 13 und mich
Ein kleiner Tropfen auf dem heissen Stein
Die Arche Noah 13 ist für Menschen gedacht, die gerne lesen, aber auch die Kunst und die Philosophie lieben. Auf dieser Plattform ist jeder herzlich willkommen. Ich gebe mir Mühe, möglichst viele Sprachen anzubieten. Die Hauptsprachen werden aber immer Türkisch und Deutsch sein. Wenn es meine Geduld zulassen sollte, wird es natürlich auch genügend englische Texte geben.
Die Idee, die Arche Noah 13 zu gründen, wo ich meine Texte, Interviews, Hilfsprojekte und meine Kunst zeigen kann, hatte ich Mitte Juli 2012. Ich habe das Gefühl, dass es viel zu viele Menschen auf dieser Erde gibt, die etwas zu sagen haben, aber weil sie sich nicht trauen, oder weil sie krank sind oder nicht mündig sind, nichts sagen können oder Angst haben etwas zu sagen!
Ich möchte auf meinem Blog, sehr simple ausgedrückt, versuchen das Sprachohr, dieser und anderer Menschen zu werden, um somit den Versuch zu wagen, für unsere heutige Gesellschaft einen Beitrag zu leisten! Auch, wenn es nur ein kleiner Tropfen ist oder sein sollte..
Ein kleiner Tropfen auf dem heissen Stein.
Mit viel Liebe und viel Zuversicht,
Sophie Maja
Written in Colombia on the 2nd of November 2009
Ten years past since.
Do you remember?
1o years ago.
Silly and stupid,
but deep and pure.
Glimmering allover with love.
Thinking of the moment,
a tiny spot of the future,
as in one picture frame.
Praying for thunder and light.
Now is the time of thunder and light.
1o years past.
Nothing happens.
No thunder, no light.
No you.
No me.
Nothing.
Left behind.
Only our thoughts.
Sophie Maja
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This song is dedicated for the times, when I was 21 years old and felt like Jeanne d’Arc!
The Cranberries – There Is A Light That Never Goes Out
Take me out tonight
Where there’s music and there’s people
Who are young and alive
Driving in your car
I never never want to go home
Because I haven’t got one anymore
Take me out tonight
Because I want to see people
And I want to see life
Driving in your car
Oh please don’t drop me home
Because it’s not my home, it’s their home
And I’m welcome no more
And if a double-decker bus
Crashes in to us
To die by your side
Is such a heavenly way to die
And if a ten ton truck
Kills the both of us
To die by your side
Well the pleasure, the privilege is mine
Take me out tonight
Take me anywhere, I don’t care
I don’t care, I don’t care
And in the darkened underpass
I thought Oh God, my chance has come at last
But then a strange fear gripped me
And I just couldn’t ask
Take me out tonight
Oh take me anywhere, I don’t care
I don’t care, I don’t care
Driving in your car
I never never want to go home
Because I haven’t got one
No, I haven’t got one
And if a double-decker bus
Crashes in to us
To die by your side
Is such a heavenly way to die
And if a ten ton truck
Kills the both of us
To die by your side
Well the pleasure, the privilege is mine
There is a light that never goes out
There is a light that never goes out
There is a light that never goes out
There is a light that never goes out
5 Eylül 2000 Poulton-Le-Fylde - Great Britain
Martılarım barlıklarıma karıştı
Unutuldu gitti
Aklımdaydılar
Gözyaşlarım ve martılarım
Orada bıraktıklarım
Unutuldu gitti
Yağmurla dönmek kaldı
Gözyaşlarım ve martılarım
Sadece beklemek kaldı şimdi
Yorgunum, kapılarım kapalı
Açılmayı bekliyorlar sadece
Bedenim titriyor
Yorgunum
Çok yorgun
Açıl dedikçe
daha da sıkı kapanıyorlar
Bin tane kilit vuruluyor
Yorgunum
hem de çok yorgun
Sophie Maja

