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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
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
Orhan Veli Kanik
Clamorous and curious seagulls are inseparable from a port city. Beautiful and big birds meet and follow cruise ships having been photographed by amateurs myriad of times. A magic city is dissolving in the colorful mist and the seagulls have made themselves comfortable on the board, seeing off tourists to a long trip and presenting a magic gift for a memory – small fish from the coast.
Natalia Kosyachenko,
Art critic
