Walking the streets, when I catch
Myself smiling to myself
And think how crazy they’ll suppose I am
I smile even more.
translated by George Messo
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Walking the streets, when I catch
Myself smiling to myself
And think how crazy they’ll suppose I am
I smile even more.
translated by George Messo
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L'essenziale è invisibile e agli occhi e al cuore. Beccarlo è pura questione di culo
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Smile more! Well-written. Love your blog. Hope to see more from you. Keep up the good work. 😊😊😊
Thank you.
You are welcome. 😊😊😊
I enjoy this one every time I read it. Like the smile is the poem. And I imagine we all walk around smiling at ourselves smiling sometimes and we dont care if people think we are crazy. But usually, they end up smiling too. Contagious thing, a smile. Thank you for sharing this Turkish poet with us.
I’m glad you like him.
Ah… it happens to us all at some time… and probably in most cases nobody notices… hopefully! 😉
And even if they do, just smile some more.
Great..
Glad you like it.