Throughout The nostalgia trip is not separate from me not say it was like my shadow
stood beside me in the dark
not say it was like my hands and my feet
when you sleep you lose the hands and feet I do not
I lost the nostalgia even while you sleep throughout the journey
nostalgia is not separate from me
not say that it was hunger or thirst, or desire
nell'afa of fresh or warm in the cold
was something I can not get their fill
was no joy or sorrow was not linked to the city
the clouds to the songs to the memories
was in me and outside me.
throughout the journey, the nostalgia is not separate from me and the journey not
I still have nothing but the nostalgia.
[Nazim Hikmet]
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