by Nazli Karabiyikoglu, translated by Gozde Zulal Solak Cleyton Ewerton For Sezgin Inceel This is what I’ve lost. I cannot find me That I’ve caught at the nostalgic flow. Loss of innocence, corrosion of the body, inner shames. Circling in thoughts, With a sense as regret for a moment, but no, never. Songs, Genres don’t matter, permeated, leaked, saturated in the moment And with all these images, my childish or adolescent mind, offenceless Unprepared, while thinking I can eval