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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/lrJbBLmB2E6d6sHGkGUuDwivcU4/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/lrJbBLmB2E6d6sHGkGUuDwivcU4/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/lrJbBLmB2E6d6sHGkGUuDwivcU4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/lrJbBLmB2E6d6sHGkGUuDwivcU4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;huil nooit om de liefde &lt;br /&gt;de enige die jou tranen verdient &lt;br /&gt;zal jou nooit laten huilen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ask icin sakin aglama&lt;br /&gt;senin goz yaslarini kazanan kisi &lt;br /&gt;seni asla aglatmaz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je bent niet lief, &lt;br /&gt;Je bent de liefste! &lt;br /&gt;Je bent niet knap, &lt;br /&gt;Je bent de knapste! &lt;br /&gt;Je hebt geen plekje in mijn hart, &lt;br /&gt;Je bent mijn hart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sen tatli degilsin&lt;br /&gt;en tatlisisin&lt;br /&gt;sen yakisikli degilsin&lt;br /&gt;en yakisiklisisin&lt;br /&gt;kalbimde bi yere sahip degilsin&lt;br /&gt;cunku sen benim kalbimsin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;voor de hele wereld  &lt;br /&gt;ben je iemand, &lt;br /&gt;en voor iemand  &lt;br /&gt;ben je de hele wereld&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sen, dunya icin birisisin&lt;br /&gt;ama birisi icin dunyasin :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tranen van verdriet &lt;br /&gt;want ik ben verliefd &lt;br /&gt;op jou, &lt;br /&gt;maar jij niet op mij &lt;br /&gt;het doet me pijn &lt;br /&gt;dat ik niet bij jou kan zijn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mutsuzluk gozyaslari&lt;br /&gt;cunku sana asigim&lt;br /&gt;ama sen bana degil &lt;br /&gt;senin yaninda olamamak &lt;br /&gt;aci veriyor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;er vallen drie tranen over m'n wang  &lt;br /&gt;een traan van liefde  &lt;br /&gt;een traan van geluk  &lt;br /&gt;en een traan die zegt  &lt;br /&gt;ik hou van jou xxxx&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;yanagimdan uc goz yasi dokuluyor&lt;br /&gt;birtanesi asktan&lt;br /&gt;birtanesi mutluluktan&lt;br /&gt;birtaside seni sevdigimi soyluyor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;niemand mag het weten, &lt;br /&gt;hoeveel ik van je hou. &lt;br /&gt;niemand mag het weten, &lt;br /&gt;ik leef alleen voor jou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seni sevdigimi&lt;br /&gt;ve sana asik oldugumu&lt;br /&gt;kimse bilemez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ik kijk naar de sterren  &lt;br /&gt;Ik kijk naar de maan  &lt;br /&gt;Maar de allermooiste sterren  &lt;br /&gt;Zie ik in jouw ogen staan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yildizlara bakiyorum&lt;br /&gt;aya bakiyorum&lt;br /&gt;ama en guzel yildizlar&lt;br /&gt;senin gozlerinde duranlar :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6199751966722188681-6904632037795466617?l=turkse-liefdeszinnen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TurkceAskSozleri-TurkseLiefdeszinnen/~4/1E31WOjJA7I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199751966722188681/posts/default/6904632037795466617?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199751966722188681/posts/default/6904632037795466617?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TurkceAskSozleri-TurkseLiefdeszinnen/~3/1E31WOjJA7I/liefde-smsjes-5.html" title="Liefde Smsjes 5" /><author><name>Geluk &amp;amp; Ufoss</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jp4WVdt72Ig/TLLl969_BPI/AAAAAAAAAlk/O3W5IiTs_tI/s1600-R/turkije_Info-1.jpg" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://turkse-liefdeszinnen.blogspot.com/2010/09/liefde-smsjes-5.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUcDRXc_fyp7ImA9Wx5VEU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6199751966722188681.post-1599499255594758869</id><published>2010-09-23T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T12:11:14.947-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-03T12:11:14.947-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="LIefde Smsjes 4" /><title>Liefde Smsjes 4</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_dJe7gjumwNdLdbANjJ1dIiPcLY/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_dJe7gjumwNdLdbANjJ1dIiPcLY/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_dJe7gjumwNdLdbANjJ1dIiPcLY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_dJe7gjumwNdLdbANjJ1dIiPcLY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Je zei dat je niks van me zou stelen, &lt;br /&gt;maar dat heb je toch gedaan. &lt;br /&gt;Je hebt mijn hart gestolen en niet &lt;br /&gt;meer laten gaan. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Senden hicbirsey calmam demistin &lt;br /&gt;ama yinede yaptin&lt;br /&gt;sen benim kalbimi caldin&lt;br /&gt;ve geri birakmadin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;steek maar in mijn hart,  &lt;br /&gt;maar ga niet te ver,  &lt;br /&gt;want daar ben jij&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;kalbime hancer sapla&lt;br /&gt;ama fazla uzaga gitme&lt;br /&gt;cunku orada sen varsin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jij maakt  &lt;br /&gt;mijn hartje blij. &lt;br /&gt;Niets in mijn leven  &lt;br /&gt;is zo mooi als jij.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalbimi mutlu ediyorsun&lt;br /&gt;hayatimda senin kadar guzel hicbisey yok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ga niet op zoek  &lt;br /&gt;naar de liefde,  &lt;br /&gt;maar wacht  &lt;br /&gt;tot de liefde  &lt;br /&gt;je vindt.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aski arama&lt;br /&gt;ask seni bulana kadar bekle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ik zag je  &lt;br /&gt;ik wou je &lt;br /&gt;ik heb je  &lt;br /&gt;ik hou je.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seni gordum&lt;br /&gt;seni istedim&lt;br /&gt;sana sahibim&lt;br /&gt;seni seviyorum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;als een druppel moest vertellen  &lt;br /&gt;hoeveel ik van je hou,  &lt;br /&gt;dan zou het de hele dag regenen  &lt;br /&gt;alleen voor jou..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eger bi damla seni ne kadar cok sevdigimi anlatsaydi&lt;br /&gt;o zaman hergun senin icin yagmur yagardi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ik hou van rozen en van jou &lt;br /&gt;van rozen maar heel even &lt;br /&gt;maar van jou mijn hele leven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gulu birgun&lt;br /&gt;seni hergun&lt;br /&gt;gulu soluncaya&lt;br /&gt;seni olunceye kadar sevecegim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ik geef mijn glimlach aan iedereen,  &lt;br /&gt;maar mijn hart  &lt;br /&gt;geef ik aan jou alleen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gulumsemeyi herkese&lt;br /&gt;ama kalbimi sadece sana veririm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6199751966722188681-1599499255594758869?l=turkse-liefdeszinnen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TurkceAskSozleri-TurkseLiefdeszinnen/~4/HaQ5wD1otSQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199751966722188681/posts/default/1599499255594758869?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199751966722188681/posts/default/1599499255594758869?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TurkceAskSozleri-TurkseLiefdeszinnen/~3/HaQ5wD1otSQ/liefde-smsjes-4.html" title="Liefde Smsjes 4" /><author><name>Geluk &amp;amp; Ufoss</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jp4WVdt72Ig/TLLl969_BPI/AAAAAAAAAlk/O3W5IiTs_tI/s1600-R/turkije_Info-1.jpg" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://turkse-liefdeszinnen.blogspot.com/2010/09/liefde-smsjes-4.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUYGQX4_cSp7ImA9Wx5VEU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6199751966722188681.post-8518850586232976272</id><published>2010-09-23T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T12:12:00.049-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-03T12:12:00.049-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Turkse liefdestaal" /><title>Turkse liefdestaal</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1e2zJDjqzXXy7rWGHD6aac9aBbE/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1e2zJDjqzXXy7rWGHD6aac9aBbE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;*A*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(kiz)Arkadas- Vriend(in)&lt;br /&gt;Asik- Verliefd&lt;br /&gt;Asik oldum- Ik ben verliefd geworden&lt;br /&gt;Ask- Liefde&lt;br /&gt;Askere gidince lütfen kendine çok iyi dikkat et- Let alsjeblieft goed op jezelf als je naar het leger gaat!&lt;br /&gt;Askerligin bitene kadar burada seni bekleyecegim- Ik wacht hier op je totdat je je diensplicht hebt vervult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*B*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben çok utangacim- Ik ben erg verlegen&lt;br /&gt;Beni sevdigini bilmem lazim- Ik wil weten of je van me houdt&lt;br /&gt;Beni tanimak ister misin?- Wil je mij leren kennen?&lt;br /&gt;Benim en buyuk aşkımsın, bunu hemen biliyordum - Mijn allergrootste liefde, dat wist ik meteen&lt;br /&gt;Benimle konus, lütfen- Praat tegen me, alsjeblieft&lt;br /&gt;Benimle evlenir misin?- Wil je met me trouwen?&lt;br /&gt;Beyaz atlı prensimsin - Je bent mijn prins op het witte paard.&lt;br /&gt;Bir gün artık her zaman için beraber olacağız - Op een dag zullen we vooraltijd samen zijn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bir tanem(sin)- (je bent) Mijn enige&lt;br /&gt;Birlikte her geçen gün, kalbimde ve hislerimde daha önemli bir yer aliyorsun- Iedere dag die we doorbrengen, neem je een steeds belangrijkere plaats in mijn hart en gevoelens.&lt;br /&gt;Biz beraber o kadar mutlu olacağız ki - Wij worden zo gelukkig samen&lt;br /&gt;Bize çok güzel bir geleceğimiz bekliyor -  Wij hebben zo'n mooie toekomst voor ons &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*C*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canim- Mijn schatje&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*D*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dogum günün kutlu olsun- Van harte gefeliciteerd met je verjaardag&lt;br /&gt;Dost- Goede vriend(in)&lt;br /&gt;Dunde bugunde yarinda yuregin kadar yanindayim kendini yalniz hissettinde elini kalbine koy ben hep ordayim - Gisteren, vandaag en morgen ben ik zo dicht bij je als je hart.. als je je alleen voelt, leg je je hand op je hart, daar ben ik voor altijd. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*E*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eger sen burada olsaydin;- Als je nu hier zou zijn dan zou ik;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Hep sana bakardim- alleen naar jou kijken&lt;br /&gt;*Ellerini hiç birakmazdim- je handen niet loslaten&lt;br /&gt;*Sana hep sarilirdim- je alleen maar knuffelen&lt;br /&gt;*Seni sonsuza kadar öperdim- je eindeloos zoenen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*F*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flört- Flirt&lt;br /&gt;Flört etmek- Flirten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*G*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gözlerin çok güzel- Je hebt hele mooie ogen&lt;br /&gt;Güzel kokuyorsun- Je ruikt lekker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*H*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hayatim- Mijn leven&lt;br /&gt;Hayatima seni almak istiyorum- Ik wil jou in mijn leven (nemen)&lt;br /&gt;Her seyimsin- Je bent mij alles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iyiki varsin- Goed dat je er bent&lt;br /&gt;iyiki geldin- Goed dat je bent gekomen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*K*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalbin hâla bana açik mi?- Is jouw hart nog steeds open voor mij?&lt;br /&gt;Karasevdaliyim- Ik ben hopeloos verliefd op je&lt;br /&gt;Kendimi kötü hissediyorum- Ik voel me slecht&lt;br /&gt;Kocaman öpücük yolluyorum!- Ik stuur je een XXL kus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ö*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Öp beni - Kus me&lt;br /&gt;Öptüm canim- Ik kus je (heb je gekust)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*S*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana baktikça ne kadar mutlu oldugumu bir bilsen?- Je moest eens weten hoe gelukkig ik ben als ik naar je kijk&lt;br /&gt;Sana deli oluyorum- Ik ben helemaal gek op je&lt;br /&gt;Sana tapiyorum- Ik adoreer je&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sen bana Türkçe, ben sana Holandaca ögretirim, tamam mi?- Jij leert mij Turks en ik jou Nederlands, ok?&lt;br /&gt;Sen benim herseyimsin- Jij bent mijn 'alles'&lt;br /&gt;Sen benim için çok özelsin = Je bent heel erg bijzonder voor mij.&lt;br /&gt;Sen benim ilk ve son askimsin- Jij bent mijn eerste en laatste liefde&lt;br /&gt;Sen benim rüyamdaki meleksin- Jij bent de engel uit mijn dromen&lt;br /&gt;Sen çok güzelsin- Je bent heel mooi (voor een meisje)&lt;br /&gt;Sen çok yakisiklisin- Je bent heel knap (voor een jongen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senden başkası istemem, hiç bir daha! -  Ik wil geen ander, Nooit meer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seni asla unutamam = Ik zal je nooit kunnen vergeten.&lt;br /&gt;Seni çok özlemistim- Ik heb je erg gemist&lt;br /&gt;Seni her zaman düsünüyorum- Ik denk altijd aan je&lt;br /&gt;Seni öpmek istiyorum- Ik wil je kussen&lt;br /&gt;Seni seviyorum- Ik hou van je&lt;br /&gt;Seni sevmek çok güzel = Het is geweldig om van jou te houden.&lt;br /&gt;Seni simdiden özledim - Ik mis je nu al&lt;br /&gt;Seni (tekrar) görmek istiyorum- Ik wil je (nog een keer) zien&lt;br /&gt;Senin ile mutluyum = ik ben gelukkig met jou&lt;br /&gt;Seni ozluyorum - ik mis je&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sensiz ne yapardim?- Wat zou ik moeten zonder jou?&lt;br /&gt;Sensiz bir dakika, hatta saniyeler bile zor – zonder jou is elke minuut, zelfs elke seconde moeilijk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sevgili.- Lieve.(aanhef brief)&lt;br /&gt;Sevgiler(le).- Met liefde (afsluiting brief)&lt;br /&gt;Sevgililer günün kutlu olsun- Vrolijke valentijnsdag&lt;br /&gt;Sevgilim- Mijn liefje&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonsuz sevgiler- Eindeloze liefde (afsluiting brief)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sensiz hayatimin tadi olmaz- Zonder jou heeft mijn leven geen zin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*T*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanidigim en tatli kisisin- Je bent de liefste persoon die ik ken&lt;br /&gt;Tatlim- Mijn snoepje&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ü*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unutma ki, daima seninki kalacağım - Vergeet niet, dat ik altijd je jouwe blijf&lt;br /&gt;Unutma beni = Vergeet me niet.&lt;br /&gt;Üzgünüm- Ik ben verdrieting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Y*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yalnizim- Ik ben alleen&lt;br /&gt;Yavrum- schatje&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bron:www.seniseviyorum.nl &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6199751966722188681-8518850586232976272?l=turkse-liefdeszinnen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TurkceAskSozleri-TurkseLiefdeszinnen/~4/U-kCmLrAxlM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199751966722188681/posts/default/8518850586232976272?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199751966722188681/posts/default/8518850586232976272?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TurkceAskSozleri-TurkseLiefdeszinnen/~3/U-kCmLrAxlM/turkse-liefdestaal.html" title="Turkse liefdestaal" /><author><name>Geluk &amp;amp; Ufoss</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jp4WVdt72Ig/TLLl969_BPI/AAAAAAAAAlk/O3W5IiTs_tI/s1600-R/turkije_Info-1.jpg" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://turkse-liefdeszinnen.blogspot.com/2010/09/turkse-liefdestaal.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUMHRHw6cSp7ImA9Wx5VEU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6199751966722188681.post-3811177730908174304</id><published>2010-01-31T12:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T12:17:15.219-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-03T12:17:15.219-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Landinwaarts -  Tabiatın içine" /><title>Landinwaarts -  Tabiatın içine</title><content type="html">
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&lt;br /&gt;Landinwaarts
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Zo oud als nu
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;stap ik van het
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;ontbijt een nieuw
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;landschap binnen:
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;koud veld, met een geur
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;van smeulend hout,
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;van eindeloos beginnen
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;met een blinde blik
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;naar buiten van
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;binnen
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Tabiatın içine
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;şimdiki kadar yaşlıyım
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;kahvaltıdan kalkıp
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;dışarıya atıyorum kendimi;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;soğuk
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;közlenmiş odunun kokusunda
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;içeriyi seyreden
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;kör bir bakış başlıyor
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;bitmeyen… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6199751966722188681-3811177730908174304?l=turkse-liefdeszinnen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TurkceAskSozleri-TurkseLiefdeszinnen/~4/DDN6ZQ6C2tE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199751966722188681/posts/default/3811177730908174304?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199751966722188681/posts/default/3811177730908174304?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TurkceAskSozleri-TurkseLiefdeszinnen/~3/DDN6ZQ6C2tE/landinwaarts-tabiatn-icine.html" title="Landinwaarts -  Tabiatın içine" /><author><name>Geluk &amp;amp; Ufoss</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jp4WVdt72Ig/TLLl969_BPI/AAAAAAAAAlk/O3W5IiTs_tI/s1600-R/turkije_Info-1.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jp4WVdt72Ig/S2XmGeTj7LI/AAAAAAAAAek/wcsdICIHj7s/s72-c/Tabiat_093.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://turkse-liefdeszinnen.blogspot.com/2010/01/landinwaarts-tabiatn-icine.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUUAR3g8fyp7ImA9Wx5VEU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6199751966722188681.post-3720996354108573157</id><published>2010-01-31T12:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T12:14:06.677-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-03T12:14:06.677-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="NOVEMBER - KASIM" /><title>NOVEMBER - KASIM</title><content type="html">
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;November&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;van het daglicht zonder schaduw
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;van een avond zonder vogels
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;van een weerzien zonder woorden
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Het pointillisme van het najaar
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;met zijn kleurige vlekken van
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;uitgelopen inkt die indroogt in
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;een soort van zwarte aarde
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;brengt me in een winters zwijgen
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Wat ik wil, kan ik weer schrijven:
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;van een milde regen zonder tranen
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;van een grove stilte zonder pijn
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;van de rotte appels in de gaarde
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kasım&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;gölgesiz gün ışığı
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;kuşsuz akşamlar
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;sessiz isteksizlik
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;renkli bir Sonbahar,
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;siyah topraklar üzerine akan mürekkebin
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;kurumuş renkli lekeleri
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;kış’ın sessizliğine gömüyor beni
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;istediğimi yazabiliyorum yine:
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;gözü yaşsız yumuşak yağmuru
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;acısız kocaman suskunluğu ve
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;bağdaki çürümüş elmayı &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6199751966722188681-3720996354108573157?l=turkse-liefdeszinnen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TurkceAskSozleri-TurkseLiefdeszinnen/~4/LG-bZvLaYGQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199751966722188681/posts/default/3720996354108573157?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199751966722188681/posts/default/3720996354108573157?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TurkceAskSozleri-TurkseLiefdeszinnen/~3/LG-bZvLaYGQ/november-kasim.html" title="NOVEMBER - KASIM" /><author><name>Geluk &amp;amp; Ufoss</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jp4WVdt72Ig/TLLl969_BPI/AAAAAAAAAlk/O3W5IiTs_tI/s1600-R/turkije_Info-1.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jp4WVdt72Ig/S2XmyMD5w6I/AAAAAAAAAes/3UVKRKKgNM0/s72-c/Yapraklar%2520dokulmus.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://turkse-liefdeszinnen.blogspot.com/2010/01/november-kasim.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUIERnc8eyp7ImA9Wx5VEU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6199751966722188681.post-9201175066184990165</id><published>2010-01-31T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T12:18:27.973-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-03T12:18:27.973-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="WINTER - KIS" /><title>WINTER - KIS</title><content type="html">
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Winter&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Binnen heerst een milde stilte
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;waar niemand om vroeg, staakt
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;elk uitzicht, vergist een uitweg
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;zich, lijkt de horizon gesmolten,
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;kruipt de lapjeskat naar haar bak
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;en terug, knasperen houtblokken
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;hardop in de geblakerde haard'
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Buiten kraken de krokussen open,
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;buitelt een vogel boven de velden
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Kış&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;İçeride görüntüyü kapamış,
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;çözümü yanıltan
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;ufku eritmiş
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;yumuşak bir sessizlik
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;zembereğine gidip gelen bez dolabı
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;alevli şöminede
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;çatır çatır gevreyen tahta parçaları
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Dışarıda safran çiçekleri
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;yeşil alanlar üzerinde perende atan kuşlar… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6199751966722188681-9201175066184990165?l=turkse-liefdeszinnen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TurkceAskSozleri-TurkseLiefdeszinnen/~4/gWcO-izF5wM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199751966722188681/posts/default/9201175066184990165?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199751966722188681/posts/default/9201175066184990165?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TurkceAskSozleri-TurkseLiefdeszinnen/~3/gWcO-izF5wM/winter-kis.html" title="WINTER - KIS" /><author><name>Geluk &amp;amp; Ufoss</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jp4WVdt72Ig/TLLl969_BPI/AAAAAAAAAlk/O3W5IiTs_tI/s1600-R/turkije_Info-1.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jp4WVdt72Ig/S2XnGn0CrVI/AAAAAAAAAe0/O7uFBxqkIJk/s72-c/kis-mevsimi-resimleri-7.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://turkse-liefdeszinnen.blogspot.com/2010/01/winter-kis.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUIHRHs6fyp7ImA9Wx5VEU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6199751966722188681.post-4504952524007087918</id><published>2009-05-29T11:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T12:18:55.517-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-03T12:18:55.517-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="We zijn uitgeput" /><title>Tükeneceğiz- We zijn uitgeput</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/xkTCAEQ5DY7NkroYT-kgA7ShDHU/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/xkTCAEQ5DY7NkroYT-kgA7ShDHU/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/xkTCAEQ5DY7NkroYT-kgA7ShDHU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/xkTCAEQ5DY7NkroYT-kgA7ShDHU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.milliyet.com.tr/Images/Blog/190/17/175436.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 190px; height: 151px;" src="http://blog.milliyet.com.tr/Images/Blog/190/17/175436.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tükeneceğiz - We zijn uitgeput &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne böyle senle ne de sensiz &lt;br /&gt;Yazık yaşanmıyor çaresiz &lt;br /&gt;Ne bir arada ne de ayrı &lt;br /&gt;Olmak imkânsız hiç sebepsiz &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne hayallerle ne ümitlerle &lt;br /&gt;Mutlu olmaktı dileğimiz &lt;br /&gt;Suçlu ne sensin ne de benim &lt;br /&gt;Şimdi sensizim sen de bensiz &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bir an gelip de küllenince &lt;br /&gt;Yüreklerimiz dinlenince &lt;br /&gt;Başka sevgilerde teselli bulunca &lt;br /&gt;İşte biz o gün düşüneceğiz &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Etrafımızı sarıverecek &lt;br /&gt;Bir boşluk ki asla bitmeyecek &lt;br /&gt;Her şey bir anda anlamsız gelecek &lt;br /&gt;İşte biz o gün tükeneceğiz &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We zijn uitgeput &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We zijn hulpeloos, Schaamte, ik leef niet &lt;br /&gt;niet met jou, en niet zonder jou &lt;br /&gt;Er is geen rede, dat we niet kunnen zijn &lt;br /&gt;Niet samen, en niet apart &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met zulke dromen, met zulke hoop &lt;br /&gt;We hebben gehoopt om gelukkig te zijn &lt;br /&gt;Niet jij bent schuldig, en niet ik &lt;br /&gt;Nu, ik ben zonder jou, en jij zonder mij &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanneer de tijd komt, en het vuur verandert in as &lt;br /&gt;Wanneer onze zielen zich zullen vestigen &lt;br /&gt;Wanneer we troost zoeken in andere liefdes &lt;br /&gt;Dat zal de dag zijn dat we gaan nadenken &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zo een leegte zal ons omringen &lt;br /&gt;Welke nooit zal eindigen &lt;br /&gt;Opeens zal alles nietszeggends worden &lt;br /&gt;En dat zal de dag zijn dat we zijn uitgeput &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6199751966722188681-4504952524007087918?l=turkse-liefdeszinnen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TurkceAskSozleri-TurkseLiefdeszinnen/~4/z-Gy18OBezc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199751966722188681/posts/default/4504952524007087918?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199751966722188681/posts/default/4504952524007087918?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TurkceAskSozleri-TurkseLiefdeszinnen/~3/z-Gy18OBezc/tukenecegiz.html" title="Tükeneceğiz- We zijn uitgeput" /><author><name>Geluk &amp;amp; Ufoss</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jp4WVdt72Ig/TLLl969_BPI/AAAAAAAAAlk/O3W5IiTs_tI/s1600-R/turkije_Info-1.jpg" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://turkse-liefdeszinnen.blogspot.com/2009/05/tukenecegiz.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUABQnw9eyp7ImA9Wx5VEU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6199751966722188681.post-4361162890252109751</id><published>2009-05-29T11:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T12:22:33.263-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-03T12:22:33.263-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Geef mijn hart niet terug" /><title>Geef mijn hart niet terug</title><content type="html">
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Bana kalbimi geri verme son bir hatıra benden sana kırık bir kalp
&lt;br /&gt;Bir parçası bende diğeri sende bana kalbimi geri verme
&lt;br /&gt;Baktıkça beni hatırla gözyaşlarımı hatırla sen giderken
&lt;br /&gt;Ve ölümü hatırla beni anarken
&lt;br /&gt;Hatırlıyormusun bilmem ilk tanıştığımız gün
&lt;br /&gt;Elinde tuttuğun kırık kalbim pıt pıt atıyordu
&lt;br /&gt;Nasıl yanıyordu bir bilsen aşk ateşiydi bu beni büyüleyen
&lt;br /&gt;Kalbimi sarhoş eden
&lt;br /&gt;Sana da oluyormuydu bilmem 
&lt;br /&gt;Hiç Ayrılmayacağımızı düşünüyordum
&lt;br /&gt;Kim bilebilirdi ki
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt; 
&lt;br /&gt;Bu heyecanlı aşkla yanan kalbin
&lt;br /&gt;Birgün parçalanacağını
&lt;br /&gt;Kalbimi sana verdim çünkü sana güvendim
&lt;br /&gt;Kalbimi sana verdim çünkü
&lt;br /&gt;Biliyordum düşürüp kırmazsın onu
&lt;br /&gt;Ama onu unutacağın hiç aklıma gelmedi
&lt;br /&gt;Bir tren rayı üzerine
&lt;br /&gt;Şimdi parçalanan kalbim
&lt;br /&gt;Al senin olsun
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Geef mijn hart niet terug, een gebroken hart is een laatste herinnering aan mij.
&lt;br /&gt;De ene helft is bij mij, de ander bij jou geef het niet terug.
&lt;br /&gt;Denk aan mij en m'n tranen toen jij weg ging, herinner de dood als je aan me denkt.
&lt;br /&gt;Ik weet niet of je onze eerste ontmoeting nog herinnerd.
&lt;br /&gt;Mijn hart die je vasthield klopte zachtjes.
&lt;br /&gt;je moest eens weten hoe het brandde het was het vuur der liefde die mijn hart dronken voerde.
&lt;br /&gt;Weet niet of jij het ook had, ik dacht dat het eeuwig was.
&lt;br /&gt;wie had het kunnen weten dat deze hart brandend door liefde ooit in stukken zou vallen.
&lt;br /&gt;Had mijn hart aan joui gegeven, ik vertrouwde je.
&lt;br /&gt;Had mijn hart aan jou gegeven, wist je zou het niet laten vallen en breken.
&lt;br /&gt;Maar had nooit verwacht dat je het op een trein rails zou vergeten.
&lt;br /&gt;Nou is mijn hart in stukken, je mag het hebben.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;HAYATIMDAKİ ASKSIN 
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Tum kalbimle gelecekte seninşe birlikte olmak isterim 
&lt;br /&gt;Tum sahip olduklarimla seni sever ve korurum 
&lt;br /&gt;Sadece her gun seninle olabilmek icin 
&lt;br /&gt;Hayal kurdugumda hayal ettigim yalnizca sensin 
&lt;br /&gt;Dusundugumde dusundugum yalnizca sensin 
&lt;br /&gt;Sevdigimdeyse sevdigim yalnizca sen 
&lt;br /&gt;Icınde hic ask olmayan haaytima aski yerlestiren sensin 
&lt;br /&gt;Ve bunun sonsuz uzunlukta olacagina inaniyorum 
&lt;br /&gt;Vucudum sadece dokunusunu arzu eder 
&lt;br /&gt;Soylenecek cok sey var ama sana olan askim 
&lt;br /&gt;Karsilastirilamaz hic bir hisle .....
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;JIJ BENT DE LIEFDE VAN MIJN LEVEN 
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;mijn hart is klaar voor een toekomst met jou 
&lt;br /&gt;al mijn liefde en zorg is alleen voor jou 
&lt;br /&gt;het wacht om iedere dag met jou samen te zijn 
&lt;br /&gt;als ik droom, droom ik van jou 
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt; 
&lt;br /&gt;als ik denk, denk ik aan jou 
&lt;br /&gt;als ik van iemand houd, houd ik alleen van jou 
&lt;br /&gt;jij hebt de liefde in mijn leven gebracht toen er niets was 
&lt;br /&gt;ik hoop dat het voor altijd en eeuwig zal zijn 
&lt;br /&gt;mijn lichaam smacht naar jou aanrakingen 
&lt;br /&gt;zoveel te zeggen, maar geen woorden die duidelijk kunnen maken 
&lt;br /&gt;hoeveel ik van je hou....
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6199751966722188681-8400592609150062389?l=turkse-liefdeszinnen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TurkceAskSozleri-TurkseLiefdeszinnen/~4/lpWlKw8m7IQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199751966722188681/posts/default/8400592609150062389?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199751966722188681/posts/default/8400592609150062389?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TurkceAskSozleri-TurkseLiefdeszinnen/~3/lpWlKw8m7IQ/jij-bent-de-liefde-van-mijn-leven.html" title="JIJ BENT DE LIEFDE VAN MIJN LEVEN" /><author><name>Geluk &amp;amp; Ufoss</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jp4WVdt72Ig/TLLl969_BPI/AAAAAAAAAlk/O3W5IiTs_tI/s1600-R/turkije_Info-1.jpg" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://turkse-liefdeszinnen.blogspot.com/2009/05/jij-bent-de-liefde-van-mijn-leven.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUAFRnw8fSp7ImA9Wx5VEU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6199751966722188681.post-467637717419754270</id><published>2009-05-24T14:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T12:21:57.275-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-03T12:21:57.275-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="benim aşkım..." /><title>benim aşkım...</title><content type="html">
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&lt;br /&gt;benim aşkım...
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;benim aşkım hep kalacak
&lt;br /&gt;hiç sönmeyecek
&lt;br /&gt;ama artık benimkini tutacak bir el yok
&lt;br /&gt;ne beni öpecek bir dudak
&lt;br /&gt;ne uzakta bir gülüş
&lt;br /&gt;ne saçıma bir okşama
&lt;br /&gt;beraber olmak yok artık
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;birbirimizden keyif almak
&lt;br /&gt;daha da inanılmazı, özlemek
&lt;br /&gt;ama yaşamam lazım
&lt;br /&gt;yanlızlıkla beraber, yanlızlık...
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;mijn liefde,
&lt;br /&gt;mijn liefde blijft aanwezig
&lt;br /&gt;zal niet worden uitgeblust
&lt;br /&gt;maar er is geen hand meer in de mijne
&lt;br /&gt;geen mond meer die mij kust
&lt;br /&gt;geen lach meer in de verte
&lt;br /&gt;geen streling door mijn haar
&lt;br /&gt;niet meer samen wezen
&lt;br /&gt;en genieten van elkaar
&lt;br /&gt;onwerkelijk is nog het gemis
&lt;br /&gt;maar ik moet nu leven
&lt;br /&gt;met hoe eenzaam,eenzaam is...&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;Genç adam kollarında bir buket çiçek, sahile koşarak geldi. 
&lt;br /&gt;Gözleri şöyle bir sahilde gezindi, aradığını göremeyince ilk gördüğü banka oturup sevdiğini beklemeye başladı.
&lt;br /&gt;Ellerinde yine her zamanki çiçeklerden vardı.
&lt;br /&gt;Sevgilisinin en sevdiği çiçekler bunlardı. Kırmızı, kıpkırmızı, kan kırmızısı güller...
&lt;br /&gt;Sanki dalından yeni koparılmış gibi
&lt;br /&gt;tazeydiler. Buram buram sevgi kokuyor,
&lt;br /&gt;aşk kokuyor en önemlisi de
&lt;br /&gt;özlem ve hasret kokuyordu güller...
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Hepsinin üzerinde damlalar vardı. Sanki ağlıyor gibiydiler. Genç adam güllere baktı, sanki onlarla konuşuyormuş gibi,
&lt;br /&gt;"Neden ağlıyorsunuz, bakın ben ne kadar mutluyum" dedi. Az sonra sevdiğini
&lt;br /&gt;göreceği için kalbi yine deli gibi atmaya başlamıştı. Ne zaman onu düşünse,
&lt;br /&gt;onunla buluşacağını hayal etse
&lt;br /&gt;kalbi hep böyle yerinden çıkacakmış
&lt;br /&gt;gibi oluyordu. Senelerdir birbirlerini sevmelerinde rağmen ikisi de
&lt;br /&gt;sevgisinden hiç birşey kaybetmemişti.
&lt;br /&gt;Onları hiç birşey ayıramazdı... Ne hasret,
&lt;br /&gt;ne ayrılık, ne de ölüm...
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Genç adam telaşla saatine baktı. Sevdiği
&lt;br /&gt;yine 1 dakika geç kalmıştı. Üstelik o,
&lt;br /&gt;sevdiğini bekletmemek için dakikalarca
&lt;br /&gt;önce koşarak geliyor, onu beklemeyi bile seviyordu. 
&lt;br /&gt;Oysa o, her zaman kendisini bekletiyordu. 
&lt;br /&gt;Herkesin bir kusuru olurmuş diye düşündü. 
&lt;br /&gt;Ve gözlerini önündeki uçsuz bucaksız denize dikti...
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Denizin sonu yok gibiydi, tıpkı sevdiği
&lt;br /&gt;kıza olan aşkı gibi denizin de sonu yoktu. 
&lt;br /&gt;Sonsuzluğa uzanıyordu... 
&lt;br /&gt;Aslında bugün onlar için çok özel bir gündü. 
&lt;br /&gt;Kendi aralarında sözleneceklerdi. 
&lt;br /&gt;Delikanlı önce bunu sevdiğine açmış, sonra da gidip
&lt;br /&gt;2 tane yüzük almıştı. 
&lt;br /&gt;Bu kadar önemli bir günde bari, onu bekletmemeliydi. 
&lt;br /&gt;Ama alışmıştı artık beklemeye, 
&lt;br /&gt;zararı yok biraz daha beklerim diye düşündü. 
&lt;br /&gt;Güllerin yaprakları nedense hâlâ yaşlı idi.
&lt;br /&gt;Bir türlü anlamıyordu onları. 
&lt;br /&gt;Herşey bu kadar güzelken neden ağlıyorlardı ki?
&lt;br /&gt;İşte az sonra sevdiği gelecek, ona
&lt;br /&gt;sarılacak, kucaklaşacaklardı...
&lt;br /&gt;Sonra söz yüzüklerini takıp, evliliğe
&lt;br /&gt;ilk adımlarını atacaklardı. Genç adam
&lt;br /&gt;öyle heyecanlıydı ki, sevdiğine
&lt;br /&gt;kavuşmak için can atıyordu...
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Martılara baktı, birbirleriyle oynaşıp,
&lt;br /&gt;uçuşan martılara... Ne kadar güzel dansediyorlardı havada.
&lt;br /&gt;Tekrar saatine baktı genç adam. Endişelenmeye başlamıştı. 
&lt;br /&gt;Sevgilisi yine geç kalmıştı, hem de çok... 
&lt;br /&gt;Bu kadar geç kalmaması gerekiyordu.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;İşte hergün burada buluşmak için sözleşmiyorlar mıydı? 
&lt;br /&gt;Her gün sahilde, martılara bakarak, denizin onlara
&lt;br /&gt;anlattığı masalları dinleyerek birbirlerine sarılıp, 
&lt;br /&gt;hasret gidereceklerine söz vermiyorlar mıydı ? 
&lt;br /&gt;O zaman neden gelmemişti yine ?? 
&lt;br /&gt;Aklına kötü düşünceler gelmeye başladı. 
&lt;br /&gt;Hayır! Hayır, olamazdı. Sevdiğine birşey olamazdı.
&lt;br /&gt;Onsuz hayat yaşanmazdı ki...
&lt;br /&gt;O ölse bile devamlı benimle yaşar diye düşündü genç adam. 
&lt;br /&gt;Bunun düşüncesi bile hoş değildi.
&lt;br /&gt;Gözlerini yere indirdi. Gözyaşlarını
&lt;br /&gt;kimsenin görmesini istemiyordu.
&lt;br /&gt;Zaten nedense etrafındaki insanlar
&lt;br /&gt;ona sanki kaçık gibi bakıyorlardı.
&lt;br /&gt;Rahatsız olmaya başladı bakışlardan.
&lt;br /&gt;Artık bıkmıştı... Yine sevgilisi geldi aklına...
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Neden gelmedi acaba diye düşünmeye başladı. 
&lt;br /&gt;Gözlerini kapattı. 7 sene oldu dedi. 
&lt;br /&gt;7 senedir hergün bu sahildeydi. 
&lt;br /&gt;Sevdiğini bekliyordu. Daha fazla
&lt;br /&gt;dayanamadı. Kalbi parçalanacak gibi oluyordu. 
&lt;br /&gt;Gözlerinden bir damla yaş daha güllerin üzerine damladı. 
&lt;br /&gt;Yine gelmeyecek galiba, en iyisi ben onun
&lt;br /&gt;evine gideyim diye mırıldandı...
&lt;br /&gt;Hiç olmazsa gülleri her zamanki gibi
&lt;br /&gt;yanına koyar, ona vermiş olurdu...
&lt;br /&gt;Genç adam ayağa kalktı, sevdiğiyle
&lt;br /&gt;buluşmak üzere, yeşil tepenin ardındaki
&lt;br /&gt;kabristana doğru yürümeye başladı... 
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Een jonge man, met in zijn handen een bos bloemen, 
&lt;br /&gt;kwam rennend naar het strand.
&lt;br /&gt;Zijn ogen speurden een beetje, en toen hij niet kon zien wie hij zocht 
&lt;br /&gt;ging hij op een bankje zitten en wachtte op zijn geliefde. 
&lt;br /&gt;Het waren de meest geliefde bloemen van zijn geliefde. 
&lt;br /&gt;Rood, knalrood, rozen zo rood als bloed...
&lt;br /&gt;Ze waren vers, alsof ze net vanuit hun wortels waren geplukt.
&lt;br /&gt;Ze ruiken naar liefde, ze ruiken naar liefde 
&lt;br /&gt;en het belangrijkste was dat de rozen naar verlangen en begeerte roken... 
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Op hen allen waren er druppels. Het was alsof ze huilden. 
&lt;br /&gt;De jongeman keek naar de rozen, alsof hij tegen ze praatte; 
&lt;br /&gt;"Waarom huilen jullie, kijk eens hoe gelukkig ik ben" zei hij. 
&lt;br /&gt;Kort daarna klopte zijn hart weer als en gek omdat hij zijn geliefde zou zien. 
&lt;br /&gt;Elke keer dat hij aan haar dacht, en zich verbeeldde dat hij haar zou ontmoeten, 
&lt;br /&gt;was het alsof zijn hart zo uit zijn plaats zou springen. 
&lt;br /&gt;Ondanks dat ze al jaren van elkaar hielden, 
&lt;br /&gt;waren ze beiden hun liefde voor elkaar niet kwijt.
&lt;br /&gt;Niets kon hen scheiden... 
&lt;br /&gt;verlangen niet, scheiding niet, en ook de dood niet.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;De jongeman keek ongerust naar zijn horloge. 
&lt;br /&gt;Zijn geliefde was weer een minuut te laat. 
&lt;br /&gt;Hij kwam zelfs rennend minuten van te voren, 
&lt;br /&gt;om zijn geliefde niet te laten wachten, 
&lt;br /&gt;hij hield zelfs van het wachten op haar. 
&lt;br /&gt;Maar hij, liet alleen maar zichzelf wachten.
&lt;br /&gt;Hij dacht; "iedereen heeft wel een tekortkoming"
&lt;br /&gt;En hij vestigde zijn blik op de eindeloos uitstrekkende zee...
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Het was alsof de zee geen einde had, 
&lt;br /&gt;net als de liefde voor het meisje had de zee ook geen einde. 
&lt;br /&gt;Het strekte zich tot oneindigheid. 
&lt;br /&gt;Eigenlijk was vandaag voor hen een hele mooie dag.
&lt;br /&gt;Ze zouden afspreken om te trouwen. 
&lt;br /&gt;De jongeman zei eerst dat hij van haar hield, 
&lt;br /&gt;en daarna had hij 2 ringen gekocht. 
&lt;br /&gt;Ze had hem op zo'n belangrijke dag niet moeten laten wachten. 
&lt;br /&gt;Maar hij was het nu gewend om te wachten, 
&lt;br /&gt;hij dacht bij zichzelf dat het niet kwaad kan om iets meer te wachten. 
&lt;br /&gt;De bladeren van de rozen waren vreemd genoeg nog steeds vochtig.
&lt;br /&gt;Hij begreep ze maar niet. Waarom huilden ze, terwijl alles zo mooi was?
&lt;br /&gt;Straks komt zijn geliefde, en hij zal haar omhelzen, ze zouden knuffelen...
&lt;br /&gt;En daarna zouden ze hun ringen op doen, en de eerste stap richting het huwelijk maken.
&lt;br /&gt;De jongeman was zo enthousiast, dat hij hunkerde om herenigd te worden met zijn geliefde.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Hij keek naar de meeuwen, die met elkaar speelden, de vliegende meeuwen... 
&lt;br /&gt;Wat mooi dansten zij in de lucht. De jongeman keek weer op zijn horloge. 
&lt;br /&gt;Hij begon ongerust te worden. Zijn geliefde kwam weer te laat, heel laat... 
&lt;br /&gt;Ze hoorde niet zo laat te zijn.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Spraken ze niet altijd af om elke dag elkaar hier tegen te komen? 
&lt;br /&gt;Beloofden ze elkaar niet om elke dag, kijkend naar de meeuwen, 
&lt;br /&gt;luisterend naar het verhaalt dat de zee hen vertelde, 
&lt;br /&gt;elkaar te omhelzen en van die begeerte af te komen? 
&lt;br /&gt;Waarom was zij dan weer niet gekomen?? 
&lt;br /&gt;Er kwamen verkeerde gedachten op in zijn gedachten. 
&lt;br /&gt;Nee! Nee, het kon niet. Er kon zijn geliefde niets overkomen. 
&lt;br /&gt;Zonder haar kon hij niet leven... 
&lt;br /&gt;De jongeman dacht bij zichzelf dat ook al zou ze sterven, 
&lt;br /&gt;dat ze altijd bij hem zou zijn.
&lt;br /&gt;Zelfs deze gedachte was niet prettig.
&lt;br /&gt;Hij keek naar de grond. Hij wilde niet dat iemand zijn tranen zag. 
&lt;br /&gt;De mensen om hem heen keken hem al aan alsof hij een gek was. 
&lt;br /&gt;Die blikken gericht op hem, begonnen hem te storen.
&lt;br /&gt;Hij was het zat... Zijn geliefde kwam weer in hem op.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Hij begon zich af te vragen waarom zij niet is gekomen. 
&lt;br /&gt;Hij sloot zijn ogen. "Het is al 7 jaar geweest" zei hij. 
&lt;br /&gt;Hij was al 7 jaar elke dag op het strand. 
&lt;br /&gt;Hij wachtte op zijn geliefde. Hij kon het niet meer aan. 
&lt;br /&gt;Het leek alsof zijn hart in stukken zou breken. 
&lt;br /&gt;Vanuit zijn ogen viel nog een traan op de rozen. 
&lt;br /&gt;"Ze komt waarschijnlijk weer niet, ik zal maar naar haar huis gaan" mopperde hij... 
&lt;br /&gt;Hij zou toch de rozen hoe dan ook weer naast zich zetten, en zou ze aan haar gegeven hebben... 
&lt;br /&gt;De jongeman stond op, op het punt zijn geliefde te ontmoeten, 
&lt;br /&gt;en begon naar het kerkhof achter de groene berg te lopen...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6199751966722188681-8817307143755390258?l=turkse-liefdeszinnen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TurkceAskSozleri-TurkseLiefdeszinnen/~4/dxWrkNAKC4s" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199751966722188681/posts/default/8817307143755390258?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199751966722188681/posts/default/8817307143755390258?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TurkceAskSozleri-TurkseLiefdeszinnen/~3/dxWrkNAKC4s/turks-nederlands-liefde-verhalen.html" title="Turks-Nederlands Liefde Verhalen" /><author><name>Geluk &amp;amp; Ufoss</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jp4WVdt72Ig/TLLl969_BPI/AAAAAAAAAlk/O3W5IiTs_tI/s1600-R/turkije_Info-1.jpg" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://turkse-liefdeszinnen.blogspot.com/2009/05/turks-nederlands-liefde-verhalen.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEQERXc8eSp7ImA9WxJQEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6199751966722188681.post-5832057419237344447</id><published>2009-05-24T13:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T13:18:24.971-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-24T13:18:24.971-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="jij bent niet hier" /><title>jij bent niet hier</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jQrPlgAc5H4T8gyb0-HAEH7W95I/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jQrPlgAc5H4T8gyb0-HAEH7W95I/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;benimle konuşan sesini duyuyorum &lt;br /&gt;ama burada değilsin &lt;br /&gt;ellerinin dokunuşunu hissediyorum &lt;br /&gt;ama burada değilsin &lt;br /&gt;vücudunun benim yanımda olduğunu hissediyorum &lt;br /&gt;ama burada değilsin &lt;br /&gt;ta ki seninle olana kadar da &lt;br /&gt;kaybolmayacak bu acı ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ik hoor je stem tegen me praten &lt;br /&gt;maar je bent niet hier &lt;br /&gt;ik voel dat je hand me aanraakt &lt;br /&gt;maar je bent niet hier &lt;br /&gt;ik voel je lichaam naast het mijne &lt;br /&gt;maar je bent niet hier &lt;br /&gt;deze pijn zal niet weggaan &lt;br /&gt;tot ik weer bij je ben....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6199751966722188681-5832057419237344447?l=turkse-liefdeszinnen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TurkceAskSozleri-TurkseLiefdeszinnen/~4/L0agl2IN2Qc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199751966722188681/posts/default/5832057419237344447?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199751966722188681/posts/default/5832057419237344447?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TurkceAskSozleri-TurkseLiefdeszinnen/~3/L0agl2IN2Qc/jij-bent-niet-hier.html" title="jij bent niet hier" /><author><name>Geluk &amp;amp; Ufoss</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jp4WVdt72Ig/TLLl969_BPI/AAAAAAAAAlk/O3W5IiTs_tI/s1600-R/turkije_Info-1.jpg" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://turkse-liefdeszinnen.blogspot.com/2009/05/jij-bent-niet-hier.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUQBQnw-fSp7ImA9WxJRFUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6199751966722188681.post-7144249042883228484</id><published>2009-05-17T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T13:49:13.255-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-17T13:49:13.255-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Turks Nederlands Gedichten" /><title>JIJ BENT DIE ENE - BİR TANEM</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/PRYqT0fqhhTJm0XMMtqFCcuNCmA/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/PRYqT0fqhhTJm0XMMtqFCcuNCmA/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/PRYqT0fqhhTJm0XMMtqFCcuNCmA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/PRYqT0fqhhTJm0XMMtqFCcuNCmA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;BİR TANEM &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalbimde gizli garip bir his var &lt;br /&gt;Kalbimin derinliklerinde gizlenmiş &lt;br /&gt;Çok arzu ediyorum aşkı &lt;br /&gt;Ne kadar zor olursa olsun &lt;br /&gt;Geceler sürsede &lt;br /&gt;Bekleyeceğim seni &lt;br /&gt;Son nefesime kadar bekleyeceğim &lt;br /&gt;Ta ki güneş ışınlarını göndermeyene kadar &lt;br /&gt;Sadece bilmeni isterim ki &lt;br /&gt;Sana çok ihtiyacım var &lt;br /&gt;Ve göstereceğim ki &lt;br /&gt;Vazgeçemeyeceğim TEK KİŞİSİN  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JIJ BENT DIE ENE &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;er is een vreemd gevoel, verborgen in mijn hart &lt;br /&gt;er is een vreemd gevoel, opgeslagen in mijn hart &lt;br /&gt;ik hunker naar liefde, maakt niet uit hoe hard &lt;br /&gt;ik verlang vrolijk naar liefde, zelfs al doet het pijn &lt;br /&gt;ik zal op je wachten, zelf al duurt het vele nachten &lt;br /&gt;ik spaar mijn laatste adem &lt;br /&gt;zelfs tot de zon weigert nog meer te schijnen &lt;br /&gt;ik wil dat je weet &lt;br /&gt;ik hoop dat je weet &lt;br /&gt;voor jouw wil ik bewijzen &lt;br /&gt;dat jij die ene bent die ik nooit meer kan laten gaan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6199751966722188681-7144249042883228484?l=turkse-liefdeszinnen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TurkceAskSozleri-TurkseLiefdeszinnen/~4/fqzyuz5Tv_s" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199751966722188681/posts/default/7144249042883228484?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199751966722188681/posts/default/7144249042883228484?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TurkceAskSozleri-TurkseLiefdeszinnen/~3/fqzyuz5Tv_s/jij-bent-die-ene-bir-tanem.html" title="JIJ BENT DIE ENE - BİR TANEM" /><author><name>Geluk &amp;amp; Ufoss</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jp4WVdt72Ig/TLLl969_BPI/AAAAAAAAAlk/O3W5IiTs_tI/s1600-R/turkije_Info-1.jpg" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://turkse-liefdeszinnen.blogspot.com/2009/05/jij-bent-die-ene-bir-tanem.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEEGQ384fCp7ImA9WxJRFUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6199751966722188681.post-8158207957730869051</id><published>2009-05-17T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T13:37:02.134-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-17T13:37:02.134-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Liefde smsjes" /><title>EEN PAAR LIEFDE SMSJES</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/45SdplvQlhcFx86WLRBcANeaN3U/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/45SdplvQlhcFx86WLRBcANeaN3U/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/45SdplvQlhcFx86WLRBcANeaN3U/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/45SdplvQlhcFx86WLRBcANeaN3U/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Eger bir gün aglar san beni ara.Seni güldüre mem ama seninle aglarim.&lt;br /&gt;Eger bir gün ölmek istersen yine beni ara. Seni vaz geçiremem ama&lt;br /&gt;seninle ölürüm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**ALS JE OOIT HUILT,BEL ME DAN&lt;br /&gt;IK KAN JE MISCHIEN NIET TROOSTEN &lt;br /&gt;MAAR WEL MET JE MEE HUILEN&lt;br /&gt;ALS JE OOIT DOOD WIL,BEL ME DAN OOK&lt;br /&gt;IK KAN JE MISCHIEN NIET WEERHOUDEN &lt;br /&gt;MAAR IK KAN SAMEN MET JE STERVEN....**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sana uç tane melek gonderecigim&lt;br /&gt;birinci seni sevecek&lt;br /&gt;ikincisi seni koruyacak&lt;br /&gt;uçuncusu sana filfiyacak&lt;br /&gt;seni her zaman dusundugumu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**IK STUUR JE 3 ENGELTJES&lt;br /&gt;DE 1e ZAL VAN JE HOUDEN&lt;br /&gt;DE 2e ZAL JE BESCHERMEN&lt;br /&gt;DE 3e ZAL JE TOEFLUISTEREN DAT IK ALTIJD AAN JE DENK!**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toprak yagmuru bekler islanmak için,&lt;br /&gt;Yildizlar geceyi bekler parlamak için,&lt;br /&gt;Günes sabahi bekler dogmak için,&lt;br /&gt;Bende seni beklerim beraberolmak için....!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**HET ZAND WACHT OP DE REGEN OM NAT TE WORDEN,&lt;br /&gt;DE STERREN WACHTEN OP DE NACHT OM TE SCHITTEREN,&lt;br /&gt;DE ZON WACHT OP DE OCHTEND OM OP TE KOMEN ,&lt;br /&gt;EN IK WACHT OP JOU OM SAMEN TE ZIJN!!**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6199751966722188681-8158207957730869051?l=turkse-liefdeszinnen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TurkceAskSozleri-TurkseLiefdeszinnen/~4/GWvk2rBksBE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199751966722188681/posts/default/8158207957730869051?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199751966722188681/posts/default/8158207957730869051?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TurkceAskSozleri-TurkseLiefdeszinnen/~3/GWvk2rBksBE/een-paar-liefde-smsjes.html" title="EEN PAAR LIEFDE SMSJES" /><author><name>Geluk &amp;amp; Ufoss</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jp4WVdt72Ig/TLLl969_BPI/AAAAAAAAAlk/O3W5IiTs_tI/s1600-R/turkije_Info-1.jpg" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://turkse-liefdeszinnen.blogspot.com/2009/05/een-paar-liefde-smsjes.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkQGQX4yeSp7ImA9WxVTFk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6199751966722188681.post-4812196274166048025</id><published>2008-12-30T00:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T00:05:20.091-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-30T00:05:20.091-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Turks Nederlands Gedichten" /><title>Gedictje</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Ei7l0Usz_7za0s_S9oW7Z6DqS00/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Ei7l0Usz_7za0s_S9oW7Z6DqS00/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Ei7l0Usz_7za0s_S9oW7Z6DqS00/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Ei7l0Usz_7za0s_S9oW7Z6DqS00/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Bana kalbimi geri verme son bir hatıra benden sana kırık bir kalp&lt;br /&gt;Bir parçası bende diğeri sende bana kalbimi geri verme&lt;br /&gt;Baktıkça beni hatırla gözyaşlarımı hatırla sen giderken&lt;br /&gt;Ve ölümü hatırla beni anarken&lt;br /&gt;Hatırlıyormusun bilmem ilk tanıştığımız gün&lt;br /&gt;Elinde tuttuğun kırık kalbim pıt pıt atıyordu&lt;br /&gt;Nasıl yanıyordu bir bilsen aşk ateşiydi bu beni büyüleyen&lt;br /&gt;Kalbimi sarhoş eden&lt;br /&gt;Sana da oluyormuydu bilmem &lt;br /&gt;Hiç Ayrılmayacağımızı düşünüyordum&lt;br /&gt;Kim bilebilirdi ki&lt;br /&gt;Bu heyecanlı aşkla yanan kalbin&lt;br /&gt;Birgün parçalanacağını&lt;br /&gt;Kalbimi sana verdim çünkü sana güvendim&lt;br /&gt;Kalbimi sana verdim çünkü&lt;br /&gt;Biliyordum düşürüp kırmazsın onu&lt;br /&gt;Ama onu unutacağın hiç aklıma gelmedi&lt;br /&gt;Bir tren rayı üzerine&lt;br /&gt;Şimdi parçalanan kalbim&lt;br /&gt;Al senin olsun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geef mijn hart niet terug, een gebroken hart is een laatste herinnering aan mij.&lt;br /&gt;De ene helft is bij mij, de ander bij jou geef het niet terug.&lt;br /&gt;Denk aan mij en m'n tranen toen jij weg ging, herinner de dood als je aan me denkt.&lt;br /&gt;Ik weet niet of je onze eerste ontmoeting nog herinnerd.&lt;br /&gt;Mijn hart die je vasthield klopte zachtjes.&lt;br /&gt;je moest eens weten hoe het brandde het was het vuur der liefde die mijn hart dronken voerde.&lt;br /&gt;Weet niet of jij het ook had, ik dacht dat het eeuwig was.&lt;br /&gt;wie had het kunnen weten dat deze hart brandend door liefde ooit in stukken zou vallen.&lt;br /&gt;Had mijn hart aan joui gegeven, ik vertrouwde je.&lt;br /&gt;Had mijn hart aan jou gegeven, wist je zou het niet laten vallen en breken.&lt;br /&gt;Maar had nooit verwacht dat je het op een trein rails zou vergeten.&lt;br /&gt;Nou is mijn hart in stukken, je mag het hebben.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6199751966722188681-4812196274166048025?l=turkse-liefdeszinnen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TurkceAskSozleri-TurkseLiefdeszinnen/~4/jHhqlC8ankM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199751966722188681/posts/default/4812196274166048025?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199751966722188681/posts/default/4812196274166048025?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TurkceAskSozleri-TurkseLiefdeszinnen/~3/jHhqlC8ankM/gedictje.html" title="Gedictje" /><author><name>Geluk &amp;amp; Ufoss</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jp4WVdt72Ig/TLLl969_BPI/AAAAAAAAAlk/O3W5IiTs_tI/s1600-R/turkije_Info-1.jpg" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://turkse-liefdeszinnen.blogspot.com/2008/12/gedictje.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkUCR3YzfSp7ImA9WxVTFk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6199751966722188681.post-1677682802300040816</id><published>2008-12-30T00:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T00:04:26.885-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-30T00:04:26.885-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Turks Nederlands Gedichten" /><title>Gedicht</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/5VAk6m867rSaSySgRIhC-HgevPE/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/5VAk6m867rSaSySgRIhC-HgevPE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Söylediklerinize dikkat edin düşüncelere dönüşür&lt;br /&gt;Düşüncelerinize dikkat edin duygulariniza dönüşür&lt;br /&gt;Duygulariniza dikkat edin davranislariniza dönüşür&lt;br /&gt;Davranislariniza dikkat edin aliskanliklariniza dönüşür&lt;br /&gt;Aliskanliklariniza dikkat edin degerlerinize dönüşür&lt;br /&gt;Degerlerinize dikkat edin karakterinize dönüşür&lt;br /&gt;Karakterinize dikkat edin kaderinize dönüşür&lt;br /&gt;Gandi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let op uw woorden, ze kunnen veranderen tot uw gedachten.&lt;br /&gt;Let op uw gedachten, ze kunnen veranderen tot uw gevoelens.&lt;br /&gt;Let op uw gevoelens, ze kunnen veranderen tot uw gedrag.&lt;br /&gt;Let op uw gedrag, ze kunnen veranderen tot uw gewoonten.&lt;br /&gt;Let op uw gewoonten, ze kunnen veranderen tot uw waarden.&lt;br /&gt;Let op uw waarden, ze kunnen veranderen tot uw karakter.&lt;br /&gt;Let op uw karakter, het kan veranderen tot uw lot.&lt;br /&gt;Gandi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6199751966722188681-1677682802300040816?l=turkse-liefdeszinnen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TurkceAskSozleri-TurkseLiefdeszinnen/~4/6L5HATg97Gw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199751966722188681/posts/default/1677682802300040816?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199751966722188681/posts/default/1677682802300040816?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TurkceAskSozleri-TurkseLiefdeszinnen/~3/6L5HATg97Gw/gedicht.html" title="Gedicht" /><author><name>Geluk &amp;amp; Ufoss</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jp4WVdt72Ig/TLLl969_BPI/AAAAAAAAAlk/O3W5IiTs_tI/s1600-R/turkije_Info-1.jpg" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://turkse-liefdeszinnen.blogspot.com/2008/12/gedicht.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkUFSHY6cSp7ImA9WxVTFk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6199751966722188681.post-5623789691995670352</id><published>2008-12-30T00:02:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T00:03:39.819-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-30T00:03:39.819-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Turks Nederlands Gedichten" /><title>Ayrilik - Afscheid</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/y-aulj50sA6rFLA0O_kisEoE_R0/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/y-aulj50sA6rFLA0O_kisEoE_R0/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/y-aulj50sA6rFLA0O_kisEoE_R0/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/y-aulj50sA6rFLA0O_kisEoE_R0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Sevdiğim, kemençede titretiyorken yayı, &lt;br /&gt;Bülbül sustu, unuttu o eski ağlamayı. &lt;br /&gt;Öyle sandım ki gökte kızıllık sardı ayı, &lt;br /&gt;Sevdiğim, kemençede inletiyorken yayı... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ağaçların dalları saygılarla eğildi, &lt;br /&gt;İçimden çarpıntıyı, gözümden yaşı sildi, &lt;br /&gt;Böceklerin sesleri birdenbire kesildi, &lt;br /&gt;Sevdiğim, kemençede söyletiyorken yayı... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gök onun kadar derin , o gök kadar berraktı, &lt;br /&gt;Biraz sonra nazik ay bizi yalnız bıraktı... &lt;br /&gt;Bu ayrılık çağının hicranını bir düşün, &lt;br /&gt;Beni hala yakıyor tadı en son öpüşün!?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazin hıçkırıkları bırakılmış bir kızın, &lt;br /&gt;Hatırlattı bütün o eski ayrılıkları. &lt;br /&gt;Söndürür neşesini gönlümüzdeki hızın, &lt;br /&gt;Bırakılmış bir kızın hazin hıçkırıkları... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEPARATION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN MY LOVE VIBRATE THE STRING OF THE VIOLIN &lt;br /&gt;THE NIGHTINGALE QUIETED AND FORGET THAT EARLY WHIMPER&lt;br /&gt;SO I METHOUGHT THE SKY ENCLASP IN RUDDINESS&lt;br /&gt;WHEN MY LOVE IS WAILING THE STRING OF THE VIOLIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE BRANCHES OF THE TREES CANT OVER WITH RESPECT&lt;br /&gt;ERASED THE THROB IN ME AND THE TEAR IN MY EYE&lt;br /&gt;THE VOICES OF THE INSECTS GO DOWN ALL OF A SUDDEN&lt;br /&gt;WHEN MY LOVE DRAWING OUT THE STRING OF THE VIOLIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE SKY WAS DEEP LIKE HER, SHE WAS BRIGHT LIKE THE SKY&lt;br /&gt;SOON THE GENTLE MOON LEFT US LONELY&lt;br /&gt;THINK ABOUT THIS TIME OF SEPARATION AND THE SOMBRENESS&lt;br /&gt;THE TASTE OF THE LAST SMOOCH IS STILL SET ME ON FIRE &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE SORROWFUL SOB OF A LEAVED GIRL&lt;br /&gt;REMINDED ALL THAT OLD SEPARATIONS&lt;br /&gt;IT WILL PUT OUT THE JOLLINESS IN OUR HASTED HEARTS&lt;br /&gt;A GIRL WHO IS LEAVED IN HER SORROWFUL SOB…….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turkudolu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6199751966722188681-5623789691995670352?l=turkse-liefdeszinnen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TurkceAskSozleri-TurkseLiefdeszinnen/~4/PeBCJXQ_drc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199751966722188681/posts/default/5623789691995670352?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199751966722188681/posts/default/5623789691995670352?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TurkceAskSozleri-TurkseLiefdeszinnen/~3/PeBCJXQ_drc/ayrilik-afscheid.html" title="Ayrilik - Afscheid" /><author><name>Geluk &amp;amp; Ufoss</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jp4WVdt72Ig/TLLl969_BPI/AAAAAAAAAlk/O3W5IiTs_tI/s1600-R/turkije_Info-1.jpg" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://turkse-liefdeszinnen.blogspot.com/2008/12/ayrilik-afscheid.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU8DSH0yfSp7ImA9Wx5WEko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6199751966722188681.post-8013056537281487076</id><published>2008-12-30T00:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T13:31:19.395-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-09-23T13:31:19.395-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Turks Nederlands Gedichten" /><title>ZAMAN - TIJD</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/B_AO14gmbB6J93P5fmNiTTWknm0/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/B_AO14gmbB6J93P5fmNiTTWknm0/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/B_AO14gmbB6J93P5fmNiTTWknm0/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/B_AO14gmbB6J93P5fmNiTTWknm0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Zaman, &lt;br /&gt;Zaman Sanki Kaybolmus&lt;br /&gt;Sevdalar Bir Fuhus&lt;br /&gt;Yok Artik O Eski Gulucukler&lt;br /&gt;Yok! Yok! Yok!&lt;br /&gt;Geceler, &lt;br /&gt;Geceler Saygisizca Halime Guler&lt;br /&gt;Gunler Yeni Dertlere Gebe&lt;br /&gt;Gitii Gelmez Artik O Hayeller&lt;br /&gt;Ya Fikirler?!&lt;br /&gt;Cok Uzakta Gulum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tijd, &lt;br /&gt;Het Lijkt Alsof Tijd Verloren Is Gegaan&lt;br /&gt;De Liefdes Een Misbruik&lt;br /&gt;Weg Is Dat Alle Oude Glimlachjes&lt;br /&gt;Weg! Weg! Weg!&lt;br /&gt;Nachten, &lt;br /&gt;De Nachten Lachen Onachtzaam Uit Om Mijn Toestand&lt;br /&gt;De dagen zijn bevrucht voor nieuwe verdrieten&lt;br /&gt;Weg Zijn Die Dromen En Zullen Niet Meer Terug Keren&lt;br /&gt;En Gedachtes?!&lt;br /&gt;Die Zijn Ver Weg Mijn Lieverd...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geschreven door: Hakan Balkaya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6199751966722188681-8013056537281487076?l=turkse-liefdeszinnen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TurkceAskSozleri-TurkseLiefdeszinnen/~4/uElSVbJw0-o" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199751966722188681/posts/default/8013056537281487076?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199751966722188681/posts/default/8013056537281487076?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TurkceAskSozleri-TurkseLiefdeszinnen/~3/uElSVbJw0-o/zaman-tijd.html" title="ZAMAN - TIJD" /><author><name>Geluk &amp;amp; Ufoss</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jp4WVdt72Ig/TLLl969_BPI/AAAAAAAAAlk/O3W5IiTs_tI/s1600-R/turkije_Info-1.jpg" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://turkse-liefdeszinnen.blogspot.com/2008/12/zaman-tijd.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkYGQ3s7eSp7ImA9WxVTFk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6199751966722188681.post-5477487997982947778</id><published>2008-12-30T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T00:02:02.501-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-30T00:02:02.501-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Turks Nederlands Gedichten" /><title>Geri donen mektup - terugkerende brief</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Tj8Kp2MWCBCHr4MBFFAvozqutEw/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Tj8Kp2MWCBCHr4MBFFAvozqutEw/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Tj8Kp2MWCBCHr4MBFFAvozqutEw/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Tj8Kp2MWCBCHr4MBFFAvozqutEw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Ruhun mu ateş,yoksa o gözler mi alevden? &lt;br /&gt;Bilmem,bu yanardağ ne biçim korla tutuştu? &lt;br /&gt;Pervane olan,kendini gizler mi alevden? &lt;br /&gt;Sen istedin,ondan bu gönül zorla tutuştu.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is mijn ziel van vuur of die ogen van vlam?&lt;br /&gt;Weet niet hoe dit vulkaan in vonken is aangebrand?&lt;br /&gt;Wil een waanzinnige zich van vlam dekking zoeken?&lt;br /&gt;Jij hebt het gewild daarom is deze hart noodgewongen aangestoken…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gün senden ışık alsa da bir renge bürünse; &lt;br /&gt;Ay secde edip çehrene,yerlerde sürünse; &lt;br /&gt;Her şey silinip kayboluyorken nazarımdan, &lt;br /&gt;Yalnız o yeşil gözlerinin nuru görünse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kon de dag van jouw licht ontvangen om in kleur omsingeld te worden; &lt;br /&gt;Kon de maan zich voor je gezicht omwerpen om op het grond te gaan kruipen; &lt;br /&gt;Wanneer alles vervagend verdwijnt van uit mijn blik.&lt;br /&gt;Kon maar de glorie van je groene ogen gezien worden… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ey sen ki,kul ettin beni onmaz yakışınla, &lt;br /&gt;Ey sen ki,gönüller tutuşur her bakışınla! &lt;br /&gt;Hançer gibi keskin ve çiçekler gibi ince &lt;br /&gt;Çehren bana uğrunda ölüm hazzı verince &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey jij, die met onherstelbaar verbranding mij tot je onderdaan heeft gemaakt,&lt;br /&gt;Hey jij, de harten zullen aanbranden bij je elke blik!&lt;br /&gt;Zo scherp als een dolk en haarfijn als bloemen&lt;br /&gt;Als je gelaat mij omwille van jouw het genot van de dood geeft &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gönlümdeki azgın devi rüzgarlara attım; &lt;br /&gt;Gözlerle günah işlemenin zevkini tattım. &lt;br /&gt;Gözler ki,birer parçasıdır senden ilah'ın, &lt;br /&gt;Gözler ki,senin en katı zulmün ve silahın, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De wilde reus in mijn hart heb ik aan de stormen verworpen;&lt;br /&gt;Ik heb de vreugde geproefd om met ogen zonde te plegen.&lt;br /&gt;Ogen, die een gedeelte van God is voor jouwe&lt;br /&gt;Ogen, die het meest absolute wreedheid en wapen van jouw zijn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mehtaplı yüzün Tanrı'yı kıskandırıyordur, &lt;br /&gt;En hisli şiirden de örülmez bu güzellik. &lt;br /&gt;Yaklaşması güç,senden uzaklaşması zordur; &lt;br /&gt;Kalbin işidir,gözle görülmez bu güzellik...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je gezicht van maneschijn zal de God jaloers maken, &lt;br /&gt;Van de meest emotionele gedicht kun je deze schoonheid niet vlechten&lt;br /&gt;Het is moeilijk in je nabijheid te komen en het is lastig om van je te weglopen&lt;br /&gt;Het is het werk van het hart, met ogen kun je deze schoonheid niet zien….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6199751966722188681-5477487997982947778?l=turkse-liefdeszinnen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TurkceAskSozleri-TurkseLiefdeszinnen/~4/lDM6dzfuaMU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199751966722188681/posts/default/5477487997982947778?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199751966722188681/posts/default/5477487997982947778?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TurkceAskSozleri-TurkseLiefdeszinnen/~3/lDM6dzfuaMU/geri-donen-mektup-terugkerende-brief.html" title="Geri donen mektup - terugkerende brief" /><author><name>Geluk &amp;amp; Ufoss</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jp4WVdt72Ig/TLLl969_BPI/AAAAAAAAAlk/O3W5IiTs_tI/s1600-R/turkije_Info-1.jpg" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://turkse-liefdeszinnen.blogspot.com/2008/12/geri-donen-mektup-terugkerende-brief.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkcCQ349fCp7ImA9WxVTFk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6199751966722188681.post-6683193716827787129</id><published>2008-12-29T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T00:01:02.064-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-30T00:01:02.064-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Turks Nederlands Gedichten" /><title>Turks Nederlands Gedichten</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4DPZxrxHetTo0srHDj_QWY6krFM/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4DPZxrxHetTo0srHDj_QWY6krFM/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4DPZxrxHetTo0srHDj_QWY6krFM/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4DPZxrxHetTo0srHDj_QWY6krFM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;SEVGI - LIEFDE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sevgi ışık, sevgi umut &lt;br /&gt;Kâinatın gizi sevgi &lt;br /&gt;Sevgi soyut, sevgi somut &lt;br /&gt;Gönlün gören gözü sevgi &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liefde is verlichting, liefde is verlangen&lt;br /&gt;De mysterie van de heelal is liefde&lt;br /&gt;Liefde is abstract, liefde is concreet&lt;br /&gt;De ziende oog van hart is Liefde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sevgi huzur, sevgi barış &lt;br /&gt;Sevgi ilmek, sevgi nakış &lt;br /&gt;Sevgi gülüş, sevgi bakış &lt;br /&gt;Gönüllerin közü sevgi &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liefde is kalmte, liefde is vrede&lt;br /&gt;Liefde is lus, liefde is borduurwerk&lt;br /&gt;Liefde is glimlach, liefde is blik&lt;br /&gt;De gloeinde kolen van het hart is liefde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sevgi bahar, sevgi rahmet &lt;br /&gt;Sevgi kazanç, sevgi servet &lt;br /&gt;Sevgi dostluk, sevgi sohbet &lt;br /&gt;Ömrün tadı, tuzu sevgi &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liefde is lente, liefde is genade&lt;br /&gt;Liefde is winst, liefde is fortuin&lt;br /&gt;Liefde is vriendschap, liefde dialoog&lt;br /&gt;De smaak en zout van leven is liefde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sevgi hayat, sevgi dünya &lt;br /&gt;Sevgi gönül, sevgi derya &lt;br /&gt;Sevgi bâde, sevgi rüya &lt;br /&gt;Sevgilinin nazı sevgi &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liefde is leven, liefde is de aarde&lt;br /&gt;Liefde is de hart, liefde is oceaan&lt;br /&gt;Liefde ’n glas wijn, liefde is droom&lt;br /&gt;De geflirt van je liefde is liefde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sevgi ilim, sevgi irfan &lt;br /&gt;Sevgi çâre, sevgi derman &lt;br /&gt;Sevgi Tanrı, sevgi iman &lt;br /&gt;Dört kitabın izi sevgi &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liefde is leer, liefde is kennis&lt;br /&gt;Liefde is remedie, liefde is geneesmiddel&lt;br /&gt;Liefde is God, liefde is gelovigheid&lt;br /&gt;De pad van vier heilige boeken is Liefde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sevgi evvel, sevgi âhir &lt;br /&gt;Sevgi kevser, sevgi nehir &lt;br /&gt;Sevgi tılsım, sevgi şiir &lt;br /&gt;Ozantürk'ün özü sevgi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liefde is geleden, liefde is toekomst&lt;br /&gt;Liefde is revier in Eden, liefde stroming&lt;br /&gt;Liefde is betovering, liefde is gedicht&lt;br /&gt;De Kern van Ozanturk is liefde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dit is 'n gedicht dat geschreven is door DR. Bayram Durbilmez&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6199751966722188681-6683193716827787129?l=turkse-liefdeszinnen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TurkceAskSozleri-TurkseLiefdeszinnen/~4/lVVHuJg3Pkk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199751966722188681/posts/default/6683193716827787129?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199751966722188681/posts/default/6683193716827787129?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TurkceAskSozleri-TurkseLiefdeszinnen/~3/lVVHuJg3Pkk/turks-nederlands-gedichten.html" title="Turks Nederlands Gedichten" /><author><name>Geluk &amp;amp; Ufoss</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jp4WVdt72Ig/TLLl969_BPI/AAAAAAAAAlk/O3W5IiTs_tI/s1600-R/turkije_Info-1.jpg" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://turkse-liefdeszinnen.blogspot.com/2008/12/turks-nederlands-gedichten.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

