TurkeyVision
Fouilltes de Sagalassos

I am listening to Istanbul, my eyes closed;

on 11/05/2012

Galata Tower from Bosphorus

I am listening to Istanbul, my eyes closed;

First a soft breeze blows;

Slowly they stir

The leaves in the trees:

Distant, very distant,

The water carrier’s endless ringing grows;

I am listening to Istanbul, my eyes closed;

I am listening to Istanbul, my eyes closed;

Just then birds fly by;

High up, in huge flocks, screaming.

Fishing nets are being drawn out of the water;

The water touches a woman’s toes;

I am listening to Istanbul, my eyes closed;

I am listening to Istanbul, my eyes closed;

The cool covered bazaar;

The crowded Mahmutpasa market;

Pigeon filled courtyards.

The sounds of hammers come from the docks,

The smell of sweat and the spring breeze juxtaposed;

I am listening to Istanbul, my eyes closed;

I am listening to Istanbul, my eyes closed;

A villa with its secluded boathouses,

Drunk with the flavor of past days;

Under a dying south wind’s force

I am listening to Istanbul, my eyes closed;

I am listening to Istanbul, my eyes closed;

A coquette walks down the street;

Swearing, singing and approaches galore.

Something falls from her hand to the ground;

It must be a rose;

I am listening to Istanbul, my eyes closed;

I am listening to Istanbul, my eyes closed;

A bird flutters about your skirt;

I know that your face is flushed;

I know that your lips are wet;

A white moon is rising behind the trees

I can tell; your heartbeat is so full;

I am listening to Istanbul.

Orhan VELI (1914-1950)


Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

You may use these HTML tags and attributes: <a href="" title=""> <abbr title=""> <acronym title=""> <b> <blockquote cite=""> <cite> <code> <del datetime=""> <em> <i> <q cite=""> <s> <strike> <strong>



Turquie Web GuideL'agenda CulturelGalerie VidéoBlog