whenever season winds blow
i recollect them
my childhood dreams
my demon kites
my mom kisses on my cheeks
in a beautiful dream
as if the people i loved would be alive
if rain decreases towards the evenning
Maiden's Tower and islands
i wish you were here,
it's still beautiful the autumn in istanbul
it's not always very easy
making love without loving
to recognize a body,to learn it slowly
to like it and lose it
today istanbul is tired
sad and elderly
had put on weight a little,cried again
its mascara is weepping down
if rain decreases towards the evenning
Maiden's Tower and islands
i wish you were here,
it's still beautiful the autumn in istanbul
PS: it is a ridiculous ))
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