Accident
All Filled. With the passed years.
Carrying the world in the back since then
A turtle with tinytoes on the beach of pebbles.
All was fun. Legos were skyscrapers.
A dreamtworld.
Got ready for the marathon.
All started. With a kiss.
From the lover or a foreigner of now.
Full of touch.
Lacked meaning.
The lectures. The passage. The regrets
All was not monotonous yet
Sparkles from the endless fire of youth.
Could see in your eyes.
All things were about to fall apart.
Years were lost.
Couldn't see in your eyes.
Neither the fire, nor me.
Not done. The story of ours.
Will be told by the loud whistles on the shore of LA.
The Sun set down and you were gone.
Tones of meaning, no touch.
Hakan ILICALI
11-B
The Heart of Venice
The cruel fireball in the cloudless sky was giving out
blazing streams of lights on the St. Mark’s Square –one
of the most popular tourist attractions in Italy. Yet, a
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faint breeze, as though it had heard the complaints of
the people, was blowing in a kind way from the sea to
the square. The endless jade sea was splashing calmly;
skinny dogs were barking nervously as though they
were demanding cold drinks; the bossy, obese and dark-
amber cats were satisfied with the interest in them,
while the greedy, pretty and ugly crows were screaming
deafeningly making your ears explode. Even though the
crows looked grotesque, everyone was feeding them
with the stinking birdseeds. Fortunately, the sacred
breeze was carrying away the stench of birdseeds. The
dazzling pale-yellow sun lights and the reflection of the
sun lights on the vast taupe ground were urging visitors
to search for a patch of a shade on the naked square.
However, some fascinated visitors were staring at the
“Basilica di San Marco” as though they were in trance.
Against the coast, the huge marigold basilica was
enclosed by fuchsia bougainvilleas and crimson
hibiscuses that were about to burst into bloom by the
beginning of spring. Sparkling like a diamond, six sage
domes of the basilica were blinding eyes as well as the
ground. The astonishing Gothic structure of the church
was causing the church to seem like a structure from
middle ages.
On the other hand, the beige walls softened the gothic
structure and the rare mix of the gothic and modern
created a delightful view for sightseers. However, five
deep and spooky arches among the plump fluted pillars
were the mouths of the most fearsome creature in the
world, scaring the visitors but the basilica was compelling
nevertheless. The central arch, which was surrounded
with many ornate figures, was leading to the huge, silver
and somehow rusty gate. Next, to the basilica, the lofty
belfry was joining the clouds with its triangular glass
spire. The faded burnt-red brick walls of the belfry were
relaxing the sightseers and the celery bulky bell at the
belfry, which was surrounded with many plump pillars,
was ringing loudly.