LOVE WILL STOP BY TO HEART WHEN IT'S READY written by Francesca N O'Keefe@

Yes love will stop by to a heart when it's ready. I've finished my book (don’t bite my apple). I don't feel like writing anymore for some reason. Mr. X is gone and I haven't seen Mr. Y for some time. One night I saw Mr. X in Bebek by the bay Istanbul. When I threw the ring he gave me in to the sea. Next morning at 7 am went back there and got in to a boat thinking maybe it landed in there but there was no luck. The name of the boat was fako. Twist of fate. I threw the ring because Mr. X told me I was free. If I was free why should I carry his ring? I said to myself. For the last time we sat on a table not by side to side. I sat a cross by Mr.X. I told him it's not working. I noticed he wasn't rude to the waiters like he used to be. But it was meaningless when we're separating he's nice to the waiters. Friday night I went to the Cumhuriyet Meyhanesi (Tavern) I noticed I was wearing the shoes that Mr. X loved but I got used to wearing them. They always hurt my feet. This time I felt it. It was hurting badly. I took off them off. I went to a store I got myself training shoes in red. From now on I am saying stop to shoes that hurts my feet. 3 sweet man and I ended up finishing 2 bottle of Raki (Ouzo or pasties) We drank, drank and drank.....All of a sudden I've noticed I was sitting side by side with a sweet man number one. The sweet man came from another town from Ankara to Istanbul to see me. One minute it had been a while I haven't been drinking like this. Those training shoes were really nicely in red and were taking some attention. We went to a bar called Hayal Kahvesi (Also known as Dream Bar) we were at front by musicians and dancing. How come I was having fun? How come I wasn't unhappy? Was I trying to compress my pain? The song began ""Maybe from this life one day you'll leave and you think of the days you had":)) Nope I was dancing and having fun with a number one sweet man who was 23 years old. I was wild that young girl again. Wild sweet number one man and I opened our eyes in the king’s room at Taksim with a spectacular view. I sat side by side laid our feet on the table. He said, I love you= I said, don't say that. No love. He said, you're beautiful= I said, I am ok! He said, I came for you from Ankara. = I said don't come for me again. He said, I want to see you again...= I said no we're free. You’re free! Don't call me more than 2 times a day and don't sms me more than 2 times a day. If my belly shows don't cover it. Don't be jealous of me. And don't kiss me too much. I can't breathe!

SOMETHING IS MISSING THIS MORNING written by Francesca N. O'Keefe

There was something missing this morning. Sun is hiding, love; Balconies are empty. There's no woman hanging their laundry. They know maybe it will rain. Fear is not my best friend. I laugh at everything these days. I laugh at lie's, being hungry, being broke, being alone, looking for resolution. I am laughing at myself. How in my short life my heart always stayed loyal to one man. I have been writing about love, leavings and coming backs in two tongues. So you could maybe understand. No...This weather is funky...Always gray. If you're too good, talk about peace to much, they kill you! Love, Every prophet, every lover, every thinker gets killed. If people doesn't kill you alcohol or drugs will kill the peace maker. I don't even smoke. Forget it, I'm like a passive smoker.. Our love was like that I guess. I inhaled you once, when your nose touched mine. Before you touched my lips with your lips. My heart was pumping in my artery saying I love you. I inhaled you, like a last cigarette. But you stayed in me. There's no excuse. I never let others exile me. I have seen imprison in and outside. This morning is gray my love. Whatever is written to you meaningless. I lived this life to say I love you. I will not stop loving you even I cross over to the other world and I am in God's promised land. You'll still be my last cigarette that I inhale you in once up on a time. And still, even, below my hat, behind my ear, my artery is pumping and saying I love you....

IF I DIE, YOU BREATHE FOR ME. IF YOU DIE, I'LL BREATHE...
Written by Francesca N O'Keefe

If I die, you must continue breathing for me. If you die, I must continue living for you. Life must be passed by people to the people we love. I am so glad I can write stories. And pass it to the next generation. Writers are timeless. We don't get old. We don't die. Writer is a thinker that never dies. Not only me! One night The guy in a pink pajamas invited me to his house told me so too. I seek through the old books on his shelf that he was inherited from his Grand Dad. He poured me a nice whisky. This home was comfortable with a nice white couch. A night before this sexy man in Pink Pajamas fell a sleep on a chocolate crumbs. How sweet! There was a stain on the couch. That's how I figured. "1001 things you should know about" a serious book was on his shelf in the bathroom. So many Gowns 5 of them were hanged in the bathroom. No liquid soap. Hmm interesting. He turned on his big Flat Screen Tv. Put on the channel aquarium where there was only a nice music and fish. Then he made me talk and opened my mouth. Poor him. For two hours we had discussed quantum theory instead kissing. Yes I sat on a chocolate too I guess. According to the sexy man in pink pajamas. Time travel is possible only with our thoughts. According to him there's a dimension of time and a place. Now here is my question. Is love could be consider a thought? And will I meet again the sexy man in Pink Pajamas in different dimension of time and a place?

BACK TO BACK GOOD BYE! written by Francesca N O'Keefe

Back to back our love story must be a major grammar mistake. I am all framed in every position you can ever imagine. I am going again. I stop tagging you to my stories. I was in to short stories. These days I’m in to writing a book. Some old man once told me talking about too much I's might be considered humiliation. However talking about you is so boring and pointless. So I shall stick to my I's, and you should stick to your I's......

It's endlessly raining and then snowing. What a mix? Obama won! I won! However the economy is the same. Anywhere around the world the sun sets and rises the same way. If you see a different look please take a picture and send it to me. I'll keep it in my file. I don't know what to write you while closing your chapter and stop clinging the idea of you. I know how it feels to be a man in love in this world. But you can't even second-guess, how it feels like to be a woman in love. My tears, desires, going a way's coming back's, my wildness could've ended one sentence between your lazy lips. Simple...We're back-to-back I am taking the last train out of Istanbul to Ankara. Maybe Istanbul is back back to Ankara saying good bye. And I will always remember your last look in bizarre way, discovering I could be without you. Your mind will get it together. You lost me. First time in my life I feel like I won me...So this is my good bye to you. I hope you find a nice girl, just because you asked, she will cook two types of omelets for you in the morning. I hope when you have a break up with her, you find another girl to tell your bad news. I hope you will be very happy as many as beds you like to stride through rest of your life and as long as you like to live as a pavement flower of other beds...