In the garden I ate two big long black blackberries, I took from the pink one, there were many bees. My brother's wife is making milky coffee in the machine. With a key in my hand I am going to close the doors of several houses.
Reading
If one becomes ill, healing is reached. A good day is spent with the older sister, in the pink patience is needed, the move is not now. Milky coffee is the roads opening with news. The key is opportunities being made use of, the idea not being shared, and waiting.
This is an AI translation of Mehmet Emin Kırgil's Turkish reading.