I love the dark hours of my being. My mind deepens into them. There I can find, as in old letters, the days of my life, already lived, and held like a legend, and understood.
Rainer Maria RilkeYou, God, who live next door - If at times, through the long night, I trouble you with my urgent knocking - this is why: I hear you breathe so seldom. I know you're all alone in that room. If you should be thirsty, there's no one to get you a glass of water. I wait listening, always. Just give me a sign! I'm right here... Sen komลu tanrฤฑ, Uzun geceler bazen, Kapฤฑna vura vura uyandฤฑrฤฑyorsam seni Solumanฤฑ seyrek duyduฤumdandฤฑr... Bilirim, yalnฤฑzsฤฑn odanda. Sana birลey gerekse kimse yok, Bir yudum su versin aradฤฑฤฤฑnda. Hep dinlerim, yeter ki bir ses edin, รyle yakฤฑnฤฑm sana.
Rainer Maria Rilke