Lost in Istanbul

Everything is unknown

the boutiques, the culture,

the city, the fragrances,

the people and their stares.

And so is the sun that rises

and sets at the and of the day,

yet something is very familiar

as if I were at home:

my heart is full of joy and sparkle.

The past, present and future

all come together.

I’m not afraid anymore

the sea washes away all my doubts

I’m transparent

I’m the flow that hugs the whole city.

I’m myself and I’m everyone else.

I’ve got lost in Istanbul.

Baki Timea XII. H