Konuk Yazar, 17 Haziran
2001
Fatma Avni
IMBROGLIO
A snake's blood freezing touch on my skin on the neck; it's orgasmic above the amazing white clouds he floats floats floats and floats in the blue sky under the shining sun of my land I see the hazy-empty fields on the way back home All deserted fields nothing planted at all who knows how many centuries passed No green plants planted freezing snake touched to the fields He is now far behind in triangular calculations I - here 'on the road' exploring for my inspirations and womanhood in dust the touch of the snake is so aesthetic My touch to the snake feels so good Mystic and dangerous unconsciously experiencing Medusa Like the deserted fields of my Land! Fatma Avni