Poet: Işıl Ayça Akkuş

Inspired by a visit to Opera op de Parade, this poem intertwines elements of the opera’s story with the poet’s own imagination and personal life experiences.

“Ô petite étoile, de mon destin peux-tu lever le voile?”

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I feel dark as night on a ray of summer
Sky dissolving in my hands
Days mundane hopeless
Blue golden throne
Missing the prince gone

Never arrived what has promised
Tears of wind undone
I was dying each day
Not to be born sleep away
Bitter cello check sound o'fall
Thy clouds catch me opaque
Majesty rides horse by blue seas

Fortune whispers tell her;
Your path is solitary
No cure petite L'Étoile
You are the mighty sword
Dear majesty fell for the merchant
Disgusted by glorious wicked king
They chase heads to execute
As they have no talent, or life
Biggest punishment is o' my joy
Riding my golden horse 

Thousand sentences death
Clown kings with smile misery
A hundred armies and power
None could catch the merchant
Nor steal the beauty
or the eternal love of the mighty
L'etoile, trust on my will
This mortal body
Shall escape cages, castles and agony
Reaching to essence,
Youthful joy in a death
From thousand games
People with no bones 
The dignity to protect,

Fortune teller, can you see?
L'Étoile
Can't you see all along
Bending the wheels not knees
O' this is my fate,
L'Étoile o' mine
Gentle winds baroque
Free as kids running wild
All pseudo lords in castles
No cruel bones o'mine
Only joy and hope
Scaring all away, phantom
Life leaks through my pen
Cursed ink on pages,
Each knife curbing sharper
Scaring death away, bright
L'Étoile
Let stones bend on my will
Many deaths away, outlive
Coal liquid on my veins twas'
Belongs to no realm
Only shifting worlds apart