TICKETS FINISHED
I am at the stage again.
It 's a one-person play.
At a head-player's body
Full of affectation,
There is an apperance of
A figuran's innoncent face that
Is chosen because only its beauty fortunately,
Even has no any role.
Innosence:
My wracked and ruined mask
Which I made it an aegis to my defense
Against you,
To support my self-confidence.
I am throwing out the masks in this play
Alone,naked,
Even in termagancy perhaps.
All of the tickets of my play finished.
Because I sent all them to trust.
I know;
Trust isn't related with
Neither play nor being player.
Perhaps,it doesn't come.
May be it can be an empty saloon.
No important!Don't be there enough.
Even let you not be able to watch.
Because afterwards;
In this play
I haven't written any line about
Neither your unreliable losing
Nor my obssesive fears interested in
You go again and leave me.....

Note:I 've heard that you were searching about the invitation-cards of the play in Black-Market BUT....


Ayşenur (Ökten)İZGİN/İZMİR