confessions

made in heaven

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made in heaven
guneydogu anadolu’da haraptar adli koyun hasmetli agasi,her gun "yeni bir kari" isteyen babasi abdo aga’dan kalan topraklarda agaligini surdurmektedir.aga’nin yanasmasi kuraklik nedeniyle yoksul kalan koyluleri kiskirtir ve koyluler istanbul’a kacar.koy bosalinca aga da topraklarini satip istanbul’a goc etmek zorunda kalir,olaylar gelisir.sener sen’in en guzel filmlerinden biridir.hele yasli babasinin kulagini kasiyarak "ben gari istirem" repligi unutulmazdir.

karizmayi resetlemek

made in heaven
bir seyler atistirmak icin oturdugunuz mekanda hoslandiginiz kizla sohbete dalip agziniz doluyken konusmamaniz gerektigini unutmaniz sonucu,dudaklarinizin arasindan firlayiveren yemek parcaciginin hatunun suratinin ortasina yapismasiyla basiniza gelebilecek tatsiz durum.

şirinler

made in heaven
zamaninda (onbes sene evvel falan) samsunspor’un super geyik insanlardan kurulu taraftar topluluguydu.benim cocuk oldugum o gunlerde onlarin arasinda mac izlemek buyuk keyifti,sonra hepsi is guc sahibi oldu amigolugu birakti.sirinler hala varligini devam ettirmekte ama birbirine kufur eden,bildigi iki uc tezahuratla 90 dakikayi doldurmaya calisan,eski abilerinden hic bir sey ogrenememis bir kac serserinin onderliginde malesef.

the night

made in heaven
morphine’in ayni adli albumunden harika bir sarki.

you’re the night, lilah. a little girl lost in the woods.
you’re a folk tale, the unexplainable
you’re a bedtime story. the one that keeps the curtains closed.
i hope you’re waiting for me cause i can make it on my own.
i can make it on my own.
it’s too dark to see the landmarks. i don’t want your good luck charms.
i hope you’re waiting for me across your carpet of stars.
you’re the night, lilah. you’re everything that we can’t see.
lilah, you’re the possibility.
you’re the bedtime story. the one that keeps the curtains closed.
and i hope you’re waiting for me cause i can make it on my own.
i can make it on my own.
unknown the unlit world of old. you’re the sounds i never heard before.
off the map where the wild things grow. another world outside my door.
here i stand i’m all alone. drive me down the pitch black road.
lilah you’re my only home and i can’t make it on my own.
you’re a bedtime story. the one that keeps the curtains closed.
and i hope you’re waiting for me cause i can make it on my own.
i can make it on my own.
you’re the paint can falling off the wall at the door that slams at the end of the hall where the kid rings sounds of basketball. the battle of the earth of the angels. the shifting snow drifts so realistic, so realistic - call you carpet of stars. see there is something in the yard. it’s awful dark. with the painted strings, the cross, the good luck charm, the prayer, the extra layer. the group ???...
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