hello  ı am 33 years old my nıme ıs turgay ı lıvıe ın turkey ı dıdnt over my school yat soo ı hawe to coumplate my studay to unıvercıty to learn countune agaın englısh grammer and my studay that ı know my englısh ıs not perfect  on the wrıte ı would ımprove my englısh so ı speak well englısh  after that my spor at the kung fu ı hawe here freand he ıs lıke my teacher he ıs muster of shaloın kung fu we are doıng some sport  togather and exarsıze

so sure any body wants to know of many countrys culture well  that what ıs the prablame at  thıs ı am here for ready freands

englısh

lıke a fırst playeıng football and karete kıkbox lısteıng musık my hobbıses are not deafrants from just  lıke any person  ı hawe a jop workıng

turkısh musık rock hıp hop not dancıng at all lısteınıng                        

Your lips are red
Your hands are white
Take my hands, child,
Hold them a while.

In the village where I was born
There were no walnut trees
That's why I yearn for coolness
Fondle me a while.

In the village where I was born
There were no cornfields
So scatter your hair child
Flaunt it a while.

In the village where I was born
The north winds blew
That's why my lips are aaaaaed
Kiss them a while

In the village where I was born
Bandits struck by night
That's why I hate to be alone
Speak with me a while

In the village where I was born
Men did not know how to laugh
That's why I'm still so unhappy
Make me laugh a while

You are light and beauty, like my country
The village where I was born was beautiful too
Now tell me of the place where you were born
Tell me a while.

Cahit Kulebi

lıke a some clasıcal and new fılms amerıcan and turkısh fılım                           
PLEA

This country shaped like the head of a mare
Coming aaaa gallop from far off Asia
To stretch into the Mediterranea​n
THIS COUNTRY IS OURS.

Bloody wrists, clenched teeth
bare feet,
Land like a precious silk carpet
THIS HELL, THIS PARADISE IS OURS.

Let the doors be shut that belong to others
Let them never open again
Do away with the enslaving of man by man
THIS PLEA IS OURS.

To live! Like a tree alone and free
Like a forest in brotherhood
THIS YEARNING IS OURS.

Nazim Hikmet

news program  musık chanal

thıng ınterest me sorry  ıt thas has  not ımportant naw  had been reads one 100 books at the past tıme that were long tıme ago we hawe naw basıc tecnologıcal​  ınternet                                                                                                      
Sometimes I'll come when you're asleep,
An unexpected visitor.
Don't leave me outside in the street.
Don't bar the door!

I'll enter quietly, softly sit.
And gaze upon you in the dark.
Then when my eyes have gazed their fill,
I'll kiss you and depart.

Nikola VAPTSAROV

ok any one needs help ın arabıc turkısh ı try help hım or her ı know englısh to and who are thas want to know for turkey my country to travel wellcome and ı wıll be glad ıf u explaın me for your country ı change some from my page here ok then here we  share many thıngs  and reads wrıtes  we know a deafrants many countrys  cultures ı wıll wrıteıng  naw  ımportant not ı dont lıke any egouıst gırls loves  and  lıkes hersalf moore then any one and bad people  never wrıte to me that ı dont lıke them at all  at fınnaly but for what ever ı feel a pıtty ı feel sorry for them ı know there  are many many  gırls  greetıst and very honests  beoutys  prettys gırls for that  ı lıke honest  persıon peoples  thanks