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Human beings occupy in the universe a space equal to the volume of their own emptiness. But some spirits fill that emptiness with such a sharp, unyielding seepage that even the silence left behind becomes a roaring river. Nilgün Marmara was one of those delicate and unyielding voices who treated this planet as a two-step lodging and watched its backyards early on, choosing departure as an act of will to preserve her own truth. Her poetry is a spiritual journey that wanders at the limits of endur

Do you understand what I keep hidden inside? The sentences I could never say, the ones that remain within me? Can you read me in my eyes, The silent thoughts I have nurtured in my heart? Do you know what I think through the nights, The memories left behind in the past? Can you hear the storms that break within me, The feelings I could never tell anyone? Can you see beyond the smile on my face, The resentment I hide, the silence within me? Will you ever truly understand me, When I sometimes canno

I watch the magical veil that winks at the night, I feel its spread through my mind like a violet veil. As I wander through the farthest limits of my dreams, I hear the touch of a noble whisper within my heart. I am now far from the weary haste of red, And from the infinite silent calm of blue... I stand and wait upon that mysterious threshold, Clothing myself in my soul’s most proud hue. As the wind blows over me through a lavender field, I sink deeply into the heart of my own tale, Vanishing w