November ‘93

Tamblırdan kaybolan bu gifi geri kazandırmış olmanın mutluluğuyla. Hiroshima mon Amour, 1959. Her gördüğümde aklımda sen, bebeyim.

I long to find Utopia my fatherland unsung; Where girls confined in corsetry prevail beneath the sun I search inside perversion for the symbols of my heart For velvet runes of Paradise for luster in the dark Spotifysızlara.

Dead Can Dance - The Host of Seraphim

Ondan sonra neden Orbay keko müziği dinleyemiyorsun.... Shadows of shadows passing. It is now 1831, and as always I am absorbed with a delicate thought. It is how poetry has indefinite sensations, to which end music is inessential. Since the comprehension of sweet sound is our most indefinite conception, music, when combined with a pleasurable idea, is poetry. Music without the idea is simply music. Without music or an intriguing idea, colour becomes pallor, man becomes carcase, home becomes catacomb, and the dead are but for a moment motionless.

İki aya otuz yaşındayım, naif liseli genç kız kafasına gidiyorum gitgide. 

Unsure and uncomfortable, We struggle towards you: God Is now here, god is nowhere.

Yüksek ihtimalle en sevdiğim senfoni, şimdilik. 

Black metalin yegâne alternatifi klasik müzik.

This was the song that made me start listening black metal. Children of all slaves Unite be proud Rise out of darkness and pain A chariot of thunder and gold Will come loud And a warrior of thunder and rain With hair as white as snow Hammer of steel To set you free of your chains And to lead you all Where horses run free And the souls of the ancient ones reign Youtube Link