Midnight Songs

It was well past midnight, all the lights in the distant windows had gone out one by one, a few dogs barking... They were killing children somewhere. How those children look at the world with sorrow for the last time before they die. I am not one of those who are in favor of peace, friendship and goodness, if it is brutality, it is brutality, if it is a fight, if it is a fight, if it is death, I am all for it, but why kill children? If it is to fight for power, those who want power should fight, if it is to die, people my age should die. Death walks in the night. The night is as quiet and dark as it can be, and prostitutes with razor blades in their garters are walking around on the sidewalks of big cities. The bankers are already asleep, they are having nightmares. Thieves will rob houses soon. I remember the old nights. I remember the women's hair, their necks starting with a soft curl, their breasts moving and playing while making love, their turning from side to side in the bed, their eyelids hiding their eyes before the last scream, their scents permeating the pillows... Without women, death would be unbearable. And how women kill me...



Number of Pages: 152

Year of Printing: 2013


Language: Turkish
Publisher: Everest Publications

Number of Pages: 152

First Printing Year: 2013

Language Turkish