I don’t care of what say
the old Turkish and his wisdom
because I saw that by his wisdom
he manipulated the minds.

I learnt a lot from the old Turkish
because when he smokes the water pipe,
he leaves the world in peace
and rests those who look at him,
and reign over those who reign…

Finally old Turkish your wisdom
is precious but your wisdom destroys
because I even need to listen to you
that you need to see me
and to steer my steps.

adieu old Turkish, necessity and law,
your wisdom is not worth the love of a woman.

3 Responses to “Experience”

1. Ida Werrett Says:
   July 5th, 2009 at 1:04 pm

   I’m afraid I don’t understand this. yann. Could you explain a little.
   Ida

2. yann rolland Says:
   July 5th, 2009 at 1:51 pm

   hello Ida, may be my poem is stupid, i hope not…The poem talk about people that give lessons to others (the old turkish symbolizes that)…. The message too is that there is no wisdom except love…. The poem mix my recognition to these beautiful characters but say no more, let me live my life, I don’t want to listen anymore all these lessons and I want to be be myself…So even if you are a very wise and intelligent person, I won’t listen to you anymore…..However there is consideration for these people…

   I hope this details will help the understanding Ida and I am grateful to you letting a message….

   yann

3. yann rolland Says:
   July 6th, 2009 at 5:45 am

   Hello again, I can add that the old turkish is the also the experience, and sometimes experience is confusing or useless when we share it.

   yann

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