Monday, February 11, 2013


I'm in a warm bed, inside the outside cold of Istanbul.
Something is not cozy inside me, and it might be the uncertainty
unclear of what doubts down on me... I project towards the security of the first sun rays
A breakfast with citrus, almonds and warm milk with honey,
and a few hours later a plate full of olives.
If the morning goes as expected,
the night will turn familiar.

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