Close Your Eyes
Dali’s Melting in his spatial times, Like the madness of a surreal dream.
Close your eyes!
Those words, you know,
That you will hear in your heart.
With harmony,
Striking against you,
Turning into a sound right now!
...Just like
Nigâr. Nigâr. Nigâr.
Freud's
Deep and dark
Labyrinths of the subconscious.
Dali’s
Melting in his spatial times,
Like the madness of a surreal dream.
...That is
Nigâr. Nigâr. Nigâr.
Frida’s
Spine-shattering,
Immortal love tearing her chest apart.
Da Vinci's
Clinging to the tip of his golden ratio brush,
Like the blood gushing from his mysterious secrets.
Close your eyes!
Those colors, you know,
That you will see in your darkness.
With harmony,
Flowing down your body,
Turning into a garment right now!
...Just like
Nigâr. Nigâr. Nigâr.
The wind in the Pacific
Cutting through four hemispheres
All at the exact same time.
With a crochet hook in its hands,
In colors of red and yellow,
A silkworm spinning silk in its cocoon.
Like the shadows of
Historical domes at the poles,
Refracted by the light!
...That is
Nigâr. Nigâr. Nigâr.
The cyber city waiting
In the blue lights
Of Japan.
Butoh dancers
Born from their ashes,
Igniting the Flamenco fire.
Faux leather blending into the synthetic crack
On the surface of smooth poplin,
Like wearable high-tech threads.
30.05.2026 Adnan Bilgiç