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Attila Elustun
Biography of Atilla
Elüstün
He is the second
son of a teacher mother and civil servant father. He was born on 16/08/1961 in Ankara. He had his primary, secondary and High
school education there. He had to postpone his education because of the worst period in Turkey; political, economic and political chaos.
Then they moved to Istanbul
with his family. Since primary school he was interested in literature, significantly poetry and was involved in various activities
and educational studies.
Some of his poems were published in various literature magazines e.g.: Sair Cikmazi Dergisi-Dead
End Poets Society Magazine, Yalin Ayak Dergisi-Bare Foot Magazine, Yasayan Yarin Edebiyat Dergisi-Living Darling Literature
Magazine, because of the economic crises are not making profit he carries on working.
He has two sons Halit Dogus and Mustafa
Baris and Atilla addresses them as his treasures. Atilla is a very humble person and leads a modest life. 
Hit the roads (180°)
don’t go wait
we’ve got unfinished business
fragile days
at the courtesan
nights
with my naked dreams
I must come to you
don’t go wait
we’ve got lots of unfinished business
we
will gather dreams
mute darling
hit the roads (180°)
if lived without questioning
without comments/borderless
the
past is beautiful and
morrow as well...
Poem by: Attila Elüstün 18.11.2009
Translation
by: Günsel Djemal
US
when mystery descended
to the shores of Erenkoy
our dreams
are hazy
saddened and guiltless
the foxes' don't throw
satanist javelins
into our brains
without underestimating
we
keep alive our
moments/memories
the rest of our days
will be lived preciously
we don't intend to walk
double-faced
on the streets
and not to delineate the
sadness in our green eyes
we beat it in our hearts
even if it would hurt
every
single bit of us
we don't repeat words
we don't get offended
we have no intention of offending the night
will
pierce the horizon
once again.
with a warm smile
.../our place
we know our limit.
Poem
by: Atilla Elüstün- İstanbul
Translation by: Günsel Djemal -London
There isn't a centre of love
There isn’t a centre of love
“fear and be wrathful of the wine
because it is
badly red”
Attila Ilhan
tonight the wine is badly red
i have wrapped the stars into my tobacco
rainbow
in its smoke
i am aged she is fresh
is it because of that?
i don’t understand anything from what I am drinking
there
are droppings of a thousand fragments of steam, on my table
one of which is…my love
the moss tastes like fish
green like Bogaz
i am questioning my past, in the pages of dream
is it because of that?
i don’t understand
anything from what I am drinking
my heart is rear, one dark horse
wired phosphorescence in his mane
stars, sea and
the moon
on her lips, sorrowful one rosebud
can not keep-up
is
it because of that?
tonight the wine is badly red
i don’t understand anything from what I am drinking.
Poem by: Atilla Elüstün 30.12.2002/2004 - İstanbul
Translation by: Günsel Djemal - 2004-19/2/2009 -
London
Fall/not
its sword in hand
the night
is approaching me
on my mind...
the
grey hair of my battle
and my loneliness
it’s the lovesick season
the pen fell in love with the paper
the
agony on my guitar
autumn
on my tongue
your favourite/that
melancholy tune
my dream a pensive duck
as
the hours struggle
i freeze...you
Poem by: Atilla Elüstün - İstanbul
Translation
by: Günsel Djemal-London
19/11/2004
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