Before, these lines starts to write,
I wanted to prepare myself a cup of coffee.
opened the cover of Jar,
Sweet smell of coffee which is spride ...
I think, we all know that smell.
At that moment,
I think about my own life smell of coffee
and colours of my own life ..
Yesterday, there was a beautifull Istanbul morning in my life of colour..
Morning at 11.00, in Ciragan Palace
Had a classical music concert.
Flute, violin, harp ...
John Sabastian Bach, Wolfrang Amadeus Mozart, J. Pachebel
And Greensleeves ...
I put in my bag my camera and photograph
Precisely at 10.00 I arrive at the Palace garden.
The Bosporus right side.
Topkapi Palace, Sultanahmet Mosque and the silhouette
Galata Tower flag staff
in the blowing wind
Was lost in a fog.
On the left, there was The Bosporus Bridge and flaying seagulls which quietly.
after take some photos
on the gren grass,
in a wooden bench
I Watched Istanbul
wirt plesuare ...
I thought.. ...
A city becomes so beautifull ...
I suppose, the swimming pool water is hot ...
An intensive water vapour is highing
at the Bridge foot ..
A human fathom in deep water ...
At that moment, I wanted the presentation;
Only in this water for swimming
Surely one day
I will live one night
İn Ciragan Palace …