TO LISTEN A SPIRIT OF CITY

I listen the spirit of a city

Yesterday morning ...

Together seagull ...

And

I pry out,

To listen

A city's spirit,

Most beautiful,

In the morning

07.02.2010 Sunday 08.58

A rainy mornıng in Istanbul

We are forgetting
To progress a forest heart over a wooden brıgde

The mountaıns shades ın a blue lake

in the distance to the Greece, the pine trees greenery in a monastery

To the harmony of a moss in the forest stones

To inviting stance of blackberries,

The lines of the veins in a leaf,

The pink flowers in the slopes

The sound of the birds in a stagnant pond,

Emitted from the strings of a violins silence,

The sound of the birds in a deep valley,

The drops in the tab on the stones,

The harmony of the water lily,
And a rainbow over the mountains ....




Deeply forgettıng,

In this universe, the every second is

progressing quıckly
and we havent chance to the return.................




A rainy mornıng in Istanbul

I am sending my love and respect
...

With friendship ..

Efsun

Good mornıng İstanbul

Good morning Istanbul
Good morning world
Good morning universe

In the wings of a seagull
white table in a braedsalesman
the old fisherman's bucket on Galata Bridge

A dentist's chair,
in a doctor's bunk
A judge panel
in the arms of a mother

a sip of hot tea

In the last captain long way from the throat  float

an almond tree in white flowers was asleep

In a distant shore of the island egean

After less than a sparrow's wing at the ends will be aired redness in the morning light
friendship comes to you
love comes to you

...

Efsun