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Inexhaustible is the blood in my veins

While spreading the cement

to the sound of the trowel

I sing my song

– a song of freedom –

The hardness of the stone of earth

toughens my heart

I experienced storms

I was killed

crucified

executed like Pir Sultan Abdal* …

And yet again

again I am risen

I am feeling the hardness of the stone in my

heart

*Turkish folk poet from the 16th century, executed under the Ottoman Empire