Series of poems written in Istanbul on July 2009
Armuts of friendship in Bursa
In Bursa the air is lighter and people are friendly
After tasting chocolate and strawbeery cakes with multiple layers of fine dough and soft sweet cream.
we sing. laugh and play the theatre
The responsibility over our shoulders get lighter
as we become friends and witnesses of one another's journey
Telling and sharing stories of our childhood:
the distant village of the Black Sea where people dance around in circles,
the pipe my dad plays so well and that touches me every time I hear it,
the long afternoons spent milking the cows at the so loved family farm.
Where do we come from?
What are the original roots of our ancestors?
Bosnia, Russia, Ireland, Anatolia, Otomans, Brazilian indigenous indians, Africa, United Kingdom, France...
From the upper part of the of town,
we find nature and hospitality on colorful armuts spread on the green fresh grass
JCB is on the road,
being sang and applauded as it goes
as it speaks to us all
Oh oh oh!
(with much love and gratitude to my friends Ozge, Erdinc, Gozde for hosting me so beautifully and delightfully in your hometown; and to my companion of dancing and singing journey Luke Skywalker)
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