To Samet Vurgun

I finally made it to your city,

but I was late, Samet,

we couldn't get together:

I was late by the space of death.

I didn't want to hear your voice

on tape, samet --

I can't look at pictures of the dead

without totally dying.

But the day will come

when I'll totally separate you from yourself, Samet.

You'll enter the world of respectable memories.

And I'll lay flowers on your grave

without tears in my eyes.

Then the day will come

when what happened to you

will happen to me, too, Samet.