the spirits are coming back at nights
little lights from unredeemed souls
and if you look up there at the embrasures
you will see morphs staring at you
and then a grievance takes you over
and in the narrow roads makes you wander
the City( Constantinople) an old beloved one whom you meet in a stranger's arms
I want to drink the whole of Vosporus
the world's borders are changing inside me
i found her at the verses of the poems
living with the heavy Hanum girls
and i throw into the arm's mouth
my hollow truth the half one
I want to drink the whole of Vosporus
the world's borders are changing inside me