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room in a house, and in that room Istanbul
A mirror in the room, and in that mirror Istanbul
The man lit a cigarette, the smoke of Istanbul
The woman opened her bag,
and in her bag Istanbul
The child threw a line into the sea, I saw
He began to pull it in, on the hook was Istanbul
What kind of water is this, what kind of city?
We walk it follows, we stop it stops
She on one side, I on the other,
in the middle Istanbul
Once you have loved, I realise
Wherever you go, there is Istanbul
If Umit Yasar Oguzcan, who speaks with such
passion about Istanbul in his poems, could have
lived to see the city dedicate itself to world
peace,love, friendship and joy, who knows what
else he might have added to the reflection of
this splendid city in the mirror.
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