Tuesday, June 5 2007

Last night in Asia

Here I am again in the same exact place as yesterday, tonight is a lot cooler, but who the hell cares, it's not everyday you get to open your room window and see the black Bosphorus waters below and all around you.

Today was a rough day, in a meeting from 9 to 5, taking notes, being of assistance, keeping a smile on my face. If it weren't for yesterday's cruise I wouldn't have seen an inch of this city, it sucks to travel for business because all you most of the time get to do is spend time in a hotel meeting room.

After tonight's dinner I decided, as yesterday, to take a hot bath in the jacuzzi, and just before I took a few minutes to write to you I was combing my hair at the window.
I hate my hair, I have to wash it 3 times a week and when I comb it, it goes all over the place. Just as I thought of that I stuck my hand that was clutching a few hairs out of the window and opened it. I saw the strands slowly but steadily drifting away in the nightly breeze. And to think, despite the hecticness of it all, that my DNA is floating somewhere in Asia, being carried away by whichever current, leaving for some place I don't know, a miserable but everlasting piece of me.

ps. remind me when I'm rich to buy a house on the sea, lake, river, whichever water source. My writer's vein is pumping more than ever.

The pictures below were taken at 5am before the car came to pick me up

Monday, June 4 2007

Sitting on a ledge of the world

I feel it

and I can reach it

just with the tip of my index finger

I can touch heaven

the lonely freedom of having nothing to lose

him and I

as if in front of this immensity there is nothing I could do

to provoke a sound

to provide a shift

now that I can see it all so closely

I see how far away I could reach

I see there's always a horizon I can't reach

and a sky that I can't touch

despite my hopeful efforts to breathe in - the moon

the waves collide and try to wake - the silence

the black water is one with passing ships

the clouds seems to illuminate this summer sky

amidst a sight so strange to me

I can't see, I can't imagine

how deep the oceans, how vast the land

how tall the mountains, how far the future

how precious is my loneliness tonight.

So I'm sitting on the ledge of a window in my magnificent room, one foot on the framing. If I look down and ahead and beyond all I see is water, the Bosphorus.

This marvellous hotel is located on the Asian side of Turkey, and that means that as I am writing to you, in this fair night where all I hear is the soft tickle of the water on the pier, that I am in a brand new continent.

If I look ahead and see Europe, but it's a different sight as I notice the tall minarets of the mosques in the horizon.

Over here 5 times a day you can hera them pray as a foreign voice speaks from loudspeakers and, supposedly, the entire muslim world is supposed to stop to pray.

Tonight was quite nice, we had dinner on a cruise boat on the Bosphorus, and I was so proud of myself as 1) I had the balls to wear the white suit 2) I didn't spill anything on it.

Tomorrow is going to be a rough day - meeting till 4 - and hopefully time before the restaurant to at least see the famous bazar - they say you can find the nicest things there.

Hope you liked this photoblog!