A magical mixture
Of feelings, smells
Believes and traditions
Gathered in one city centre

Having missions
Selling and showing
Sometimes
Promoting visions

African dancers and drummers
Bright colors and beautiful skins
Make me
Swing inside
Wish for more sense of rythm
I would love to take a ride
But my ratio wins

Bellydancers
Graciously controlling their bodies
Shy but ruthless
Also
A Turkish band
A sense of homesickness
Arises
Which I can only partly comprehend
I so long for Istanbul
But in this kent*
I will always be a stranger
A fool
Also

The locals

"Constaninople is the city where God and Man, Nature and Art, have combined to create one of the most beautiful sights that human eye can contemplate on earth."

Alphonse de Lamartine (1790-1869)

So many pigeon feathers
On the paths I wander
Which one really
Is destined to be mine?

I mostly pass them by
It's not a message
For me,
I bet
Not the right time
Yet

There we go again...
ME, I, MINE
Drowning in sorrow
My whole appearance
The doubt and fear
Again in one line

While the trees
Just are
Zen,
The wind is singing
And more than willing
To blow the tears away

And I resist
Crying
Picking up feathers

Why not give
It
Away

25-6-08

Hello,
Here I am, on Dengubas...Thanks to Safeen:-)
Can anybody tell me what this means?

For a ANTP-reunion I will collect emailaddresses, maybe everyone can invite the people they know or still are in contact with after our studies at Utrecht University for Dengubas?
A group blog will be created so we can keep in touch and set a date.
Am Looking forward!

Twicedoubleyou!