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Quarta-feira, 9 de Maio de 2007
Ístanbul'u Dinliyorum

 

I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed;
At first there blows a gentle breeze
And the leaves on the trees
Softly flutter or sway;
Out there, far away,
The bells of water carriers incessantly ring;
I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed.

 

 

 

 

 

I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed;
Then suddenly birds fly by,
Flocks of birds, high up, in a hue and cry
While nets are drawn in the fishing grounds
And a woman's feet begin to dabble in the water.
I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed.

 

 

 

 

 

 

I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed.
The Grand Bazaar is serene and cool,
A hubbub at the hub of the market,
Mosque yards are brimful of pigeons,
At the docks while hammers bang and clang
Spring winds bear the smell of sweat;
I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed.

 

 

 

 

 

 

I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed;
Still giddy since bygone bacchanals,
A seaside mansion with dingy boathouses is fast asleep,
Amid the din and drone of southern winds, reposed,
I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed.

 

 

 

 

 

 

I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed.
Now a dainty girl walks by on the sidewalk:
Cusswords, tunes and songs, malapert remarks;
Something falls on the ground out of her hand,
It's a rose I guess.
I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed.

 

 

 

  

 

 

I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed;
A bird flutters round your skirt;
I know your brow is moist with sweat
And your lips are wet.
A silver moon rises beyond the pine trees:
I can sense it all in your heart's throbbing.
I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed.

 

Orhan Veli Kanık

 

 


  

 


 

River, meets the sea

 

You, the river, that how many dawns break
That flow to my love seas
You a little light, alittle talisman, a little magic
You, the poem that I could not finish for years

Always a rose opens in your hands, pink
You, the breathing of the purest beauty
Your eyes up there in the sky that shines?
Just like a sun rises in the night

 

 

 

 

 

Whenever I think of you, how beautiful to live
Into a spring garden, turns, autumn gardens
Even in the darkest darknesses a hand reaches
The curtains open itself to the morning

If you are here, birds are happy on trees
All the flowers have different color, smell differently
It is so real that you exist
Your beauty hits my shores wave by wave

 

 

 

 

 

If I hold your hand, the pleasure makes my inside feel weird
I feel dizzy when your eyes touches to mines
Your smile is the only thing remained from a summer
Your absence is that too, whatever death...

 

 

 

 

 

 

   

 

 

 

You, the one that flowers grow where you step
Always the most beautiful, unique in everywhere
You the leaf, the bubble, you the feather...
You the big sea that my love rivers flow

 

 

Ümit Yaşar Oğuzcan

 

 


 

 

Grand Bazaar                                                                       Nargile

 

 

Teşekkur ederim... Gulé gulé

 

 

 

 


espelho-me: flying away
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Sangrado por Vlada às 09:53
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2 comentários:
De fabio a 9 de Maio de 2007 às 21:57
istanbul'u dinliyorsun? turkiye musigi seviyorsun? ;)


De Sísifo a 14 de Maio de 2007 às 16:54
Já sabes que em Julho voltas lá outra vez...comigo!

E vamos ao Aphrodisiaque des Sultans de certeza

Beijos grandes!


Morde outra vez!

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