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Turk roman ve oyku yazari Nazli Eray'in dogum gunu (28 Haziran 1945)

Sayin Eurydice,

Dun çok yakinimdaydiniz. Umarim sabah sabah ruzgara dikte ettirerek yazdigim ve bir posta guvercini ile yolladigim bu mektup sasirtmaz sizi.

Evet, ben o tepedeki arkeolojik alanda, yan beline degin topraga gomulu, kollari kirilmis bir heykelim.

Ben de yardim etmek istiyorum size. Cunku mevsimler boyu hep ayni yere bakar dururum. Evet, o eve, Orphee'nin evine bakar dururum.

Inanın dun gece tasin, topragin, iklimlerin ve asirlarin verdigi yalnizligin icinde sizin coskunuz canlandirdi beni.

Sakin bir seyden urkmeyin... Bu kiyi kentinde bir dostunuz daha var.

Saygilarimla,

Roma Imparatoru Hadrian




Dear Eurydice,

You were very close to me yesterday. I hope you aren't surprised at receiving this letter. I dictated it to the morning breeze and sent it with a carrier pigeon.

Yes, I am statue half-buried in the earth of the archaeological site on the hill, the one with the broken arms.

I would like to help you, because all year long I just stand there and stare at the same spot. Yes, I stare at Orpheus' house.

Believe me, last night your warmth brought me to life.

Please don 't be frightened . . . You have one more friend in this shore city.

Respectfully,

Hadrian,

Emperor of Rome





"Bakin, aklima bir sey daha geldi. Postanede nobet tutmamiz da gerekebilir. Sanirim Orphee, olmayan bir Eurydice'i bile postaneden telefon ile arayabilir. Obur dunyayi aramak isteyecegini tahmin ediyorum. Degisik santralli numaralardan arayacaktir o, Eurydice'i. Cizirtili hatlar obur dunyaya baglanabilir, ama eger Eurydice yoksa konusamayacaktir bir turlu onunla."



"Look, I just thought of something else. We'll have to keep watch at the post office too. I think Orpheus might try to telephone from the post office evet to a Eurydice wo doesn't exist. I think he'll try to telephone other world. He'll keep trying her, Eurydice, from different telephones. Those lines with a lot of static can connect to the other world, but if Eurydice 's not there, he won't be able to talk to her."

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Amerikali roman yazari, gazeteci ve Claremont Institute for the Study of Statesmanship and Political Philosophy'nin kidemli uyesi Mark Helprin'in dogum gunu (28 Haziran 1947)

"Bu dunya senin gibi yureginin gucunden korkan kursun misali tembellerle dolu hanci; sen daga tirmananlarin ve akrobatlarin dusmesini, o cesur koprulerin yikilmasini ve gelecegi hissedenlerin cezalandirilmasini beklersin. Eger herkes senin gibi olsaydi Mr. Fteley, hala magara devrinde olurduk."



"The world is full of leaden slugs like you, innkeeper, who are afraid of the powers of the heart. You hope that mountain climbers and acrobats fall, that daring bridges collapse, that those who can feel the future be punished. If everyone were like you, Mr. Fteley, we'd still be in hides and skins."




"Kimse bu cocuklarin adini bilmezdi (bazen isimleri bile olmazdi) ve kimse de asla ogrenemezdi. Bazen, vicdan sahibi insanlar, 'bu cocuklar ne olacak' diye sorarlardi, yaz kis sokaklarda olan cocuklari kastederek. Bu soruya cevaben, bazilari calisir veya calar; bazilari yurttan yurda veya bodrumdan bodruma gezer; gerisi de sehrin disinda, sessiz, duz ve makilik bir araziye gomulurdu."



"No one knew the children's names (in some cases they had not even had names), and no one ever would. Sometimes people of good conscience would ask, 'What happens to these ... meaning all the children on the streets, summer and winter. The answer was that some grew up to work or steal; some passed from institution to institution, or cellar to cellar; and the rest were buried—out in the fields beyond the city, where it was quiet and flat and full of scrub."



"Gercekligin guzelligi, soylenmeye veya inanilmaya ihtiyaci olmamaktan gelir. Bir ruhtan oburune gecer ve her dokundugunda form degistirir ama neyse odur, ozu degismez."



“The beauty of truth is that it need not be proclaimed or believed. It skips from soul to soul, changing form each time it touches, but it is what it is, I have seen it, and someday you will, too.”

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1 Akademi, 2 Golden Globe, 2 Emmy Odullu Amerikali aktris Kathy Doyle Bates'in dogum gunu (28 Haziran 1948)

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Amerikali gizem, gerilim ve tarihsel kurgu roman yazari Mark T. Sullivan'in dogum gunu (28 Haziran 1958)

"Pino, yataktan asagi atlayip ayakkabilarini cikardi ve kendini guzel Anna’yla birlikte dans eder halde cilgin bir Lindy Hop dans figuru yaparken hayal etti – ne savas ne de Naziler, yalnizca muzik, yemek, sarap ve ask vardi. / Pino jumped off the bed, kicked off his shoes, and started dancing, seeing himself with beautiful Anna doing a crazy Lindy Hop – no war, no Nazis, only music, and food, and wine, and love." Kizil Gogun Altinda



“Seni her gordugumde kalbimde calimaya baslayan muzigi ne durdurabilir ki? / What could make me not listen to the music in my heart every time I see you?”


“Eger uzerine bomba dusecekse dusecektir. Bunun icin endiselenip duramazsin. Yalnizca yapmayi sevdigin seyi yap ve hayatin tadini cikar. / If a bomb’s coming at you, it’s coming at you. You can’t go around worrying about it. Just go on doing what you love, and go on enjoying your life.”

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Turk sair, deneme ve roman yazari, editor Enis Batur'un dogum gunu (28 Haziran 1962)

Masa, sonra temizlenmemeli—
Behcet Bey’in sesiyle kurdugum misra
ister dilek kipinde duyulsun ister
buyruk kipi aransin altinda ve ustunde,
bir belgesel izliyordum, gordum:
Oldugu gibi, oldugu gibi birakmislar
Cocteau’nun son yazi masasini,
hicbir seyi oynatmamislar yerinden.
Boylece dondurulsun zaman, hayir,
tasam, donecek degillim ki biraktigm
yerden yeniden baslamayi ummak olsun.
Bosaltilabilir masam, pekala toplanabilir
ustundekiler de, tikabasa cekmeceler de,
tek tenine dokunulmasin: Kalsin arkamda
izler, murekkep lekeleri, sicak kahvenin
doldurdugu bir fincanin altindan belirmis
inatci halka, en cok da su kucumen sari
kahverengi noktalar- sigara yaniklari:
Benim dalginligimla yanmisssa masam,
bilinsin sol elimdeki ates sag elimin aynasi.



Let my desk, afterward, not be cleared –
this line, composed in Behçet's manner,
you may take as the optative, or examine it
inside out for intimations of the imperative:
In a documentary on his life I saw that
when Cocteau died they left it as it was,
his last writing desk: they caused nothing
to be removed from its original place.
So, like that, let time be frozen in place. No,
it's not that I want to take up where I left off,
I won't be coming back anyway, of course
my desk can be emptied and re-organized --
the overflowing drawers, the surface clutter --
but the texture should not change, traces
of me should stay: the ink stains, the stubborn
circle left by that hot cup of coffee, and most
of all, those small brownish-yellow spots --
cigarette burns. If, yes, my desk was scarred
through my carelessness, let it be known that
the fire in my left hand was the mirror of my right.

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Amerikali aktor, yapimci ve yazar John Paul Cusack'in dogum gunu (28 Haziran 1966)

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SpaceX’in kurucusu ve Tesla Motors ile PayPal’in kurucu ortaklarindan Amerikali is adami, yatirimci ve muhendis Elon Reeve Musk'in dogum gunu (28 Haziran 1971)

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Warren Beatty, James Mason ve Julie Christie'nin rol aldigi romantik komedi Cennet Bekleyebilir (Heaven Can Wait - Il paradiso può attendere) 28 Haziram 1978'de vizyona girdi.