zeitoune is the answer to the microscopic question

A clear window sill,
No scratches on the pane
A latch at the door, the hand resting on it
Unscrew the nail and bite the dust
What are you waiting for?
Start flying you free humdinger
Set sail towards the northern star
And the wind will carry you astray
You fall, but fear not, cos you shall have no crash landing
The ocean bed awaits you
You will immerse within the blue sea
And swim with dolphins and whales
Nature will take you in
Nature is your friend, nature loves you
You dance and twirl with the hurricane
And kiss the sweet petunia petal
Dices are thrown in the air
The numbers scatter and decide a destiny
You smile effulgently and walk 75 degrees from it
Because your walk seeds your path
Keep quiet oh radiant man
Don’t conceal the secret that love answers
The questions we all ask

Iسtaنbuل

Minarets extend beyond the city
Cheese and olives for breakfast
Free coffee at any time of the day
Up and down cobbled alleyways
Give way to large avenues and the Sea of Marmara

I sit by the sea,
I watch the ships roll in and then I watch them roll away
On another day, the sea offers you the sighting of dolphins

A cat is scared of its tail

At the Sultanahmet courtyard,
A cat sits on my lap
While,
Off Istiklal avenue,
A cat comes, opens my bag and pees on it

The sea cuts the city
It is Europe, and yet it is Asia

Vendors of carpets, spices and shisha call out in Turkish
After every few hours, the sounds of prayers resonate across the city mosques

A poor man dances to the clarinet and shows what a true smile should look like
Çiçek pasaji, balo sokak and Otentik
Boy, do the Turks love to dance and sing!

Dolores brings me to tears
A ride in the ferry brings me a smile
And a çay quenches my thirst

You sit at a roadside café,
Or on the benches by the blue mosque,
And sip in the delirium within you
Telling you how lucky you are to have walked the streets of Istanbul

“In Istanbul, you see the traces everywhere of a sumptuous culture that had been influenced by the West without having lost its originality or vitality” – Orhan Pamuk

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