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Sanşo Panza’nın Ölümü

Sınıfta ona Sanşo Panza derlerdi
Siyah, boncuk gözlü, kıvırcık saçlı
Dostum derdik birbirimize
Akşamları fabrikalar dağılır
Yemeklerini yiyip
Uyurdu dünyalılar
İkimiz camda
Göz kırpardık
El fenerleriyle
Buradayım dostum
- ben de buradayım
İnşaatlardan artan tahta sallarla
Okuldan kaçıp, denizde uzaklara
Açılırdık gizlice
Kıyıdan geçip giderdi tren, güneş batarken
Treeen! heeey treeeen! buradayız laaan!
Duydun mu? derdik... denizde iki nokta
Yakın arap köylerinden mahzun çocuklar
Dostumuzdu, jilet fırlatmayı öğrendik,
Ve dar bir kapıdan girdik içine
Fosforlu iç çamaşırlı yaşlı teyzeler
Alay eden adamlar, hayvan kafesleriyle
İlk yaramız Adana Genelevi'ne
Ağlama dostum... hadi ağlama
O bir şilepe girdi lise bitince
Renkli resimli limanlardan zarflarla
Gülünç gemi kazaları, lejyoner haberleri
Kumsalda bir evim vardı, camlarda parmak sesi
Camı açardım: dostum uzaklardan serüvenlerle
Kuruköprü'nün arka sokaklarında,
Sokak kedilerinden Seyhan'a kadar
Çaycılar, ameleler, simitçilerle
Dosttuk biz
Bunu herkes anlamaz
Giderek, nasıl oldu? Fark edemedim
Bu Bukowski pislikleri, alkol ve serserilik
Dostum, yenilip, yitirdi karanlıkta el fenerini
Artık ışık
Yok oradan ama
Buradayım
Ben
Ben
Buradayım

The Death of Sancho Panza

They called him Sancho Panza in class
Black, beady eyes, curly hair
We called each other friend
The factories would disperse in the evening
They would eat their meals
And the world would sleep
We two, at the window
Would wink at each other
With flashlights
I'm here, my friend
- I'm here too
With planks left over from the constructions
We'd skip school, escape to the sea, far away
We'd open up, secretly
The train would pass by the shore, as the sun set
Treen! Hey treen! We're here, man!
Did you hear it? We would say... two points in the sea
Sad children from nearby Arab villages
Were our friends, we learned to throw razors,
And we went inside through a narrow door
Old women in phosphorescent underwear
Men mocking, with animal cages
Our first wound, the Adana brothel
Don't cry, my friend... come on, don't cry
He got on a ship when high school was over
With envelopes from colorful, picture-filled ports
Ridiculous shipwrecks, legionary news
I had a house on the beach, the sound of fingers on the glass
I'd open the window: my friend from afar, with adventures
In the back alleys of Kuruköprü,
From alley cats to Seyhan
Tea sellers, laborers, bagel sellers
We were friends
Not everyone understands this
Gradually, how did it happen? I couldn't tell
This Bukowski filth, alcohol and hooliganism
My friend, he lost, he lost his flashlight in the dark
No more light
From there, but
I'm here
I
I
I'm here