I love you as if you ate the bread
salt spray
as if getting up at night burning with fever
drank the water with his lips on the cock
I love how I look at the heavy sack of mail
not know what it contains and who joyfully
full of suspected shaken
love you as if flying over the sea for the first time by plane
love you like anything that moves me when dusk descends on Istanbul
gradually
love you like What if I say Thank God I'm alive.
Nazim Hikmet
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