StreetPoet's devianart.com experience

StreetPoet sent his first illustration he did for his vampire stories to the Devianart today. He expects to "draw" the attention of fantasy and horror loving artists who could and would like to help him by drawing some good illustrations for the Bakersdozen story website.
Here's the link to StreetPoet's first devianart.com experience:
http://streetpoet.deviantart.com/

the 3rd Electronica Festival in Istanbul

The 3rd Electronica Festival of Istanbul opens at Burc Beach, on the northern seaside of Istanbul, today. The festival is held between 18-19 August 2006 (actually ends tomorrow night). Streetpoet would really like to see Sasha and Armin Van Buuren's performance if he could go. Besides a live gig from Kosheen is on stage list, the group's new electronica-rock album "Damage" is also said to be on it's way so maybe they will play their new songs for the festival too. If you go, please do enjoy the music for Streetpoet too. Then StreetPoet is also said to be in love with music too.

IDW 2006 - Istanbul Design Week 2006

StreetPoet's blog is also all about Istanbul cause it is where he lives. Between the dates 12-17 September, StreetPoet hopes to visit a design fair which will be held in the heart of the city, around the Old Galata Bridge, over and by the famous Golden Horn. Other than StreetPoet, many world famous designers will also be there. You can read more about this event here:
http://www.istanbuldesignweek.com/
It's a chance to see how Istanbul inspires the artist actually, if not StreetPoet himself for writing. (p.s. It's a beautiful city, a must-see before death for those who hasnt yet)

Tears In The Rain -synopsis-

All I can tell about the night that I found her: After she got off the bus, she turned into a dark lane in fast steps to reach the main street. Her heart was beating rapidly like a drum. She could believe that the people around her could hear this sound if they could ever stand silent and still. Life was streaming along and a flood of humans was pumped into the heart of the city. Beside this huge heart, her heart was inaudible.
She wanted to take him in her arms, to feel his body next to her, to lie with him. Her heart was beating with the desire, tearing itself into pieces, bleeding itself. She didnt know what she was doing. There was a crazy sense of rhythm, the music on the streets and the voices of people were combining into an enormous cacophony. She had once had something that she didnt believe and she had lost it when she wanted to believe in it. The cruelty of life was freezing her blood and she felt stiff with the feeling. She had to move or she would die, she was sure about this. What a thief was the time, how easily and unwittingly it had taken everything from her hands. She needed to see him, it could well be in different faces or personalities but she only wanted him. She desperately looked around, the walking didnt exhaust her and her heart was unstoppable... She thought about the death, not hers but our own, the death which belonged everyone of us. Could it be stronger as love? As sudden, cold-blooded and unexpected as love.
Rain began to fall. Her tears were so small again like her heart. Every tear dropped, every relation ended, every flower faded away, what was the meaning of it? Whatever it was, love would keep on raining, growing and fading away. And she would go on too. She would keep on living in despite of a terrible pain inside. Even if she had a price to pay, or even the price could not be paid, she would go on. She thought that he could feel lonely and cold. Was feeling lonely as natural as feeling cold? Why she didnt accept it. She thought about the stars, billion times billion of loneliness casted into the emptiness of space. Were they feeling cold and lonely there too in distances strecthing to the utmost? Wasn't it love again burning deep within their cores? A sky full of loneliness that was constructed by many unburning fires. Could all these pieces that was parted from Him and burning in love of Him, return to God again? She was seen like a falling star in that night, burning and shining for him.
She wanted him back, like the screaming of a spirit set ablaze and stuck in between the cogs. Like the eyes she found and lost within the crowd so many times, eyes that belonged to me. He was on her mind in the moment she felt someone was tracing her. She wanted him to come and find him. Maybe it was the truth or the fairest thing to happen. She was feeling that a tiny mechanism inside her was moving the cogs, the pairing and equating concepts slowly converting to take place of one another in a different dimension. Loneliness, was the boat itself in an underground river to carry her into depths of the darkness. A pair of shining eyes were approaching her in the dark. Though her heart was beating slower. She didnt know if it was the heat of her body temperature rising or she was about to become one of those pyrokinetic people. She was feeling dizzy, hearing a humming in her ears and her eyes were sliding up above. Noone realized how I bursted through the crowd to take her in my arms like a shadow and how swiftly we went far away from there in the speed of light. But it is not over yet. The things I've told and I will tell are as real as I am.