In Search of the Little Boy of Istanbul – (English version)
Imagine: Istanbul
Where the rivers meet the sea,
The ships sail
Water glistens
Traffic roars
Men fish
From the Galata Bridge
And people pray
For paradise and
Air conditioners
I am looking for the little boy
Of Istanbul.
It’s his eyes you see
That captured me
The beauty and the fear.
Ships pull out from harbor
Hands clap with joy
Pigeons fly
In quick escape
To hide away
And I hear a call
Five times a day
This is the mystic city
That surrounds
The eyes of Yilmaz
The beauty and the fear.
And when Yilmaz smiles,
The winds blow
Scarves of women
Their long cloaks
Swirl up like
Dervish ecstasy.
And someone walks
A cobbled street
In Galata
And I want to be
That figure in black
That one
Who is watching me.
A goulette sails
A tanker streams
From the Black Sea
To the Bosphorus
To meet in the Sea
And this is where
I saw Him
From an airplane.
Down at the
Beverly Hills Bebek Café
The bored and painted
Waste away
In pointed shoes
From Paris France.
Twirling locks of hair
Whispering,
Everything… changing
And I don’t know my place
Anymore.
As the sun sets
I leave
And I have a view of
The city forever.
Where the sky is always
Pink and Gold.
And everyone has words to say
And wants to speak,
To save the day
In the search for the little boy
Of Istanbul.
They say:
I know the boy
I saw the boy
Just yesterday
His father
Sells tea
But now is gone away
He was here
But now he’s not
He is coming tomorrow
In one hour
At one o’clock
At ten o’clock
I know him
You are the foreign girl
With blond hair and blue eyes
And I, too,
Will help just you
In the search for the little boy
Of Istanbul.
So they say
So they say
The crowd, the chorus
Sings.
(Poem by T.K. Robb)
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