A Tale Scented with Judas Tree: Istanbul

Sunset…

The sun descends on the sea like a huge red ball.

The screams of the seagulls mix with the laughter of the children running in the park.

The shadows of the lighthouse nearby and the gum tree behind are falling on you from centuries ago.

A frothy coffee on the snow-white marble table in front of you.

Dark like a friendly conversation, hot like hell, sweet like a woman...

Boats side by side in the harbor, their masts visible among the red fire flowers.

And a verse stuck on your tongue, coming from the depths of your heart: "What can the heart understand about love if it doesn't love Istanbul?"...