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(friday afternoon. Tasmac. Northwest London. 10 min break time . . . recollecting in tranquility the delights of living in Ankara and feeling that thing commonly called nostalgia but for something that isn't quite grasped or expressed  . .  what is IT?)

many times

i have cabbed upon this

in eski YENI

this is my brain

on Turkish skirts

hello kebab

hello clam

hello sweeeeet buttery balik ekmek

hello beer and no sex

hello dear hello

we live in a desert

in spring it is mud

in summer it is brittle

in winter it snows

Oh Ankara!

do you want my hand

or my bed?



matborda said…
nostalgia for ankara....something in this moment i cannot absolutley imagine...perhaps when i'll be far from here...but i doubt it :-)
postpran said…
ha ha . . . an Ankara of the mind :-) Come to London man!!! Hop on over!!! :-)

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