Everyone has blood and bones; the important one is your intention and your soul.
— Mutant Message Down Under (Bir Çift Yürek)
I want to live.
Not just to shiver inside like a dead friend
thinking about living in this cold hell
I want to live living— Can Yücel, 28.11.1983, Ankara
It is for your eyes
The pain I endure
The pain of the past
and of the future— Lorca, 28.11.1983, Ankara
Someone who cannot be a branch in their own garden
Has entered mine, pretending to be a whole treeIf the leader strays from the path
Those who follow fall even further behind
Than what they wereSay what you will
Statues have no hairEveryone I ask
Has a room missing in their home— Özdemir Asaf, 30.1.1984, Ankara
In Hiroshima
Those who looked that day
Saw a blind horse
Running past
Its own ruins
Its flank raw burnt flesh
Its tail and mane ash
And death, death itself
Did not dare ride itDo not come
If seeds of love do not sprout in your hands— İlhan Berk, 30.1.1984, Ankara