Istanbul, tales of the city

"From the minarets there are call to prayer
Quite white cumulus passing by the skies
Colors and lights as an embroidery work
On the sun of my Istanbul that sets behind the sea,
Challenge to those who feel annoyance.
Tonight my lovely Istanbul
Smells love
Between blossomed plums."

by Habib Gerez (Living you,1963)

Happy New Year!