During the friendly soccer match between Turkiye and Azerbaijan, I could not support any sides, only wish that the score will be a draw, no goals at all. I looked at each Azeri player as the Zahir. That was a strange feeling. The game was not entertaining at all. I wasn't watching the game, even. It was just like a mirror to her heart, or mind, somewhere around her neck, maybe just a quick hick-up. I would have baloons/balloons flying over the big stadium, crying out the letters carefully selected, or hand-picked from the garden of her name.
The load of work is in queue right now, and the most strange thing is happening right now, having no idea about the upcoming future. Sometimes, I feel like I am praising the highest mountain in the world. Telling all about her trees, flowers, bugs, sweets, and all the creatures and flora covering her. Beneath the ground, there are all kinds of gem. I am supposed to be a gem for her, and she discovered this quite a long time ago. For now, this gem is buried way down the beautiful flora covering all over the land. I am simply curious, how much further oxygen do I have in my nostrils that soon I will lie down and realize I am lost.
All I trying to do here is to shout out my existense, long awaited feelings with well-preserved aroma. My desire will never go stale, and it will evaporate if she doesn't put her lid on me. That's the whole story.
Days are counting down, and this is the only motivation growing within...and without?
Expect the unexpected, follow the lovers lost in this blog.
EDIT (01 July 2009) - She is engaged with another man, and I finally made my marriage proposal bringing my family to Baku. The result: She stays engaged and will have her wedding, so called "toy", with that another man.
Rest in peace Ms. Zahir.
Friday, June 5, 2009
Прохладно (It's cool)
Sunday, May 31, 2009
End of May is just the beginning of MY..
It is the end of May, date 31st.
But, tomorrow we will begin from the 1st, and this first will be stronger and more fresh..
Cafe Familia welcomed the idea of Cafe a la Turca de Zahir, more than ever.
Now, awaiting news from the other side of the ocean.
There is no more bottles floating over the sea.
My message is not stuck in a bottle, it is all over.
Now, it is the time.
Tomorrow is not another today.
Of course, the future will have reflections of the past and present, and we have the energy to cleanse by communication because we believe.
Everybody has a lot to share for sure. Just need the platform, we all have the mics and speakers ready.
It was only me, now it is the full house asking you darling:
"Are you ready?"
Saturday, May 30, 2009
28 may - Azərbaycanın Respublika günü & 29 may - Conquest of Istanbul (Fall of Constantinople)
Yesterday, 1918 was the foundation of Azerbaijan.
Today, 1453 was the conquest of Istanbul.
Tomorrow, 2009 will be just another day of dreaming for her, but feeling the guilt to row this boat faster and faster to conclude this journey with happiness we both deserve.
Thinking about all the obstacles both our countries passed up until now, my struggle is nothing compared to these historical moments. But, when my struggle becomes "our" precious struggle, it is worth a candidate for Oscar, or Cannes, whichever film festival you will nominate us.
Note: This should be posted yesterday, but the computer got locked, so please date this post as 29th May. I wish, as the narrator I can also make some bigger changes in dates like making today mid-July, and ....., well never mind.