Istanbul and I...

Completing one another, existing in each other, falling separated somehow however...

Desiring and hating, wanting and neglecting, and in the end getting separated with passion ever lasting, one me and one Istanbul...

Your taste, your pleasure will always be with me, where ever I go, even in this very moment I say good-bye to you reluctantly...

Whereever I may be, I will be with you along the distances...

And I know I'll be missing to get lost in your arms and to make-love with your wind...

I know...I just know...

The fact...

I and Istanbul, forever...