In the blue sky, in the softness of snow-white clouds, in the bottomless and lightness of infinity, in the bottomless wells of my mind as the last rays of the sun shine, I am still dancing in the newborn horizons of my childhood, with the same innocence and enthusiasm. Obeying the birds, chirping with them, sometimes playing with colorful fish at the bottom of the ocean beyond the rainbow, or waltzing round and round to Greek music in the small square of a medieval city.

Perhaps getting lost in the purple color of the high mountains and enveloped in the lush softness of the pine forests. Swaying to the playful rhythm of the gently blowing wind and getting lost in the horizon. Getting lost in the fantastic adventures of Simbat the sailor, in the company of Aladdin and his Magic Lamp, in the Thousand and One Nights.

I inhale the smell of earth after the rain, almost competing with the smell of rotten lilies emanating from the water in the vase.

It's spring again... Sakura season and the time of love mingling with the charm of flowers. It is the season when the soul and the body are detached from the earth, disappear in the golden color of the sun, get lost in the infinity of the universe and go astray.

Spring... It is the season of the heavens, not the earth. But the earth is so colorful and vibrant in this season that it makes the heavens jealous. The most beautiful of whites, the sweetest of pinks, the most indigo of greens are in this season. This is a season of confusion, just like the colors of spring.

In fact, love is not something that belongs to this world, this reality, as it is supposed to be. Love is a door to eternity and the feeling of eternity, just as Nikolay Berdyaev says: "Whether it is the love of man and woman, or the love of man for man in general, as long as it breaks away from spiritual freedom, as long as it moves away from the idea of immortality and eternity, it will remain a faithless love. True love is the proof of eternity."

Spring may make people think of love and flowers, but most famous loves have been experienced in all seasons and have left their mark on history and signed eternity.

Richard Wagner seduced Cosima, the daughter of Franz Liszt and the wife of one of his best friends, and married her in the spring.

Even later, Wagner's best friend Nietzche would fall madly in love with Cosima Wagner, dreaming that one day she would become his wife, but he would not be reciprocated. In fact, this unrequited and dreamy passion would be one of the first reasons that paved the way for him to go to a mental hospital, where he spent his last years.

Salvador Dali would fall in love with and seduce Gala, the wife of one of his closest friends, the famous French poet Paul Eluard. He would stay with Gala for the rest of his life with a strange and strange passion and would paint her in almost all of his works, even parts of her body.

Bertolt Brecht's relationship with Helen was more complicated and hegemonic than a complex equation.

Nazım and Piraye, on the other hand, were the two protagonists of a sad and exuberant story that could not end in a reunion, but which became legendary. Piraye was Nazım's third wife, and even in prison she had started writing the "Encyclopedia of Famous Men" to entertain him. His love for Piraye gave him the strength to resist and evolved beyond love for one person to love for people.

The love of Simon De Beauvoir, who said "You are not born a woman, you become one", and Jean Paul Sartre, the founder of existentialism, befitting their libertarian and combative spirit, even influenced the modern feminism movement. Sartre walked miles every day to meet her in secret, despite the protests of Simon's father. Without letting their relationship turn into obligation and habit, never giving up their freedom, they exchanged letters enthusiastically, sometimes in secret, sometimes in other countries, for months and years without seeing each other.

Despite more than 50 years of interesting love stories and close friendship, despite the originality and depth of their philosophies, their differences, their understanding of transparency and transparency could not save their relationship from becoming complicated.

No matter how famous, well-known or powerful they were, they were all human beings and had succumbed to the metaphysical trap of love. Who knows, maybe even the mysterious allure of spring.

Mukaddes Pekin Başdil

Researcher-Author

Source: Denizli Haber