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Hrant Was a courageous mind the editor of agos  in Istanbul. what a great man what a loss.

 

29.Hrant Talked To Me This Morning

When the wind blew

The wind

From Kinali

Brisk

Refreshing

Melodic

Gentle fugues

Ali , Ara sounds

Brothers joy….

Hrant talked to me this morning

Love not pink red yellow tall short Muslim or Jew

Love  no jungle

An odyssey

Bonding

Hearing  winds

Healing wounds

Volcanic pent-up pain

Not Kurdish Turkish Greek Laz or Armenian

Ancient blood

Floods  of Van  Kars Malatya   

Old  fresh sores 

And salt

I talked to Hrant this morning

Is magic Ali chanting Hrant?

Is love  red, pink

Dora, Metin sipping coffee?

Mimar  watching  Sinan and azaleas bloom

On  shoulders of Bosporus?

I smiled this morning

When the wind blew

Smell of Istanbul

Sense of  you

Illusion?

Delusion?

Chimes of wind bells

Robust scent of “cay”

I heard you whisper ,

Merhaba Hrant

Hrant You” kardes”

Don't part

Stay

Help

Till  jungle  calms

Hrant talked to me this morning

The chimes of wind bells

Squirrels ran

I listened …..

“Love is life

 Love is sand,

Pebbles,

Swimming in clouds

Love is heat

Heart pain pink red

 Gypsy and plenty of wind

And wind is human

Forgiveness divine

I’m the windI ‘ll always be”

You whispered