I think of Istanbul
Diary recalls beautiful memories
May peace prevail
I feel for Istanbul
breathe in a cup of cay
May happiness spread
Istanbul Magic
how many times it warmed me
My hope is with you
Jul 17, 2016
Jul 17, 2016 at 8:11 AM UTC
Awaken the mind with wind
Inspire the world with words
Feel the sparkle while it lasts
Create the path like a true myth
Experiment life while alive
Love, beyond its wounds
Apr 10, 2016
Apr 10, 2016 at 7:27 AM UTC
Japanese garden
-like in Venezia-
getting lost
to find myself
again
Apr 10, 2016
Apr 10, 2016 at 7:22 AM UTC
when there are
two road signs
that contradict
each other
indicating
the same way
Apr 9, 2016
Apr 9, 2016 at 10:54 AM UTC
The night between 6 and 7
Has a magical power.
First,
it came as a nightmare
separating my body & soul.
I used to float above my body
Asking for help.
Running in the midnight
Trying to fix the balance,
I saw a slight change in her eyes.
November,
everybody was there
like 6 and 7.
December revealed the truth
and January was a teacher
of a source of love.
February, in a fairy tale
March, a treasure box
and April showed me what to appreciate.
In every 6 and 7,
I’ve had so many teachers—
like a conversation
with an unheard voice
6 and 7
Numbers, Colors, bodies and souls
Inseparable relationship
of my 6 and 7
Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 2:05 AM UTC