its really good to listen this wonderfull city with every way,especially with a poem>>>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k5AF9Fyk8js&mode=related&search=

verrry nice ahhhh so soothing!

İstanbul's itself nice as nicest song and nicest poem,and its really different nice to feel it with songs and poems reallyand i'm glad to u liked it jena

very nice, indeed!
cok tesekkur ederim, MrX67

The photography is far too beautiful to close your eyes - the first time, but the second time, drift away, my imagination takes me on a journey ................

Absolutely beautiful....AND...good to hear the pronounciation of the words..
çok çok teşekkür ederım MrX67

Thank u so much for sharing this with us.Brings back so many memories of istandbul for me.And for the wonderful pictures to.

och......cok guzel

istanbul is a dream city,so its really good to watch and listen there with all way

I AM LISTENING TO ISTANBUL

I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed:
At first there is a gentle breeze
And the leaves on the trees
Softly sway;
Out there, far away,
The bells of water-carriers unceasingly ring;
I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed.

I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed;
Then suddenly birds fly by,
Flocks of birds, high up, with a hue and cry,
While the nets are drawn in the fishing grounds
And a woman's feet begin to dabble in the water.
I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed.

I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed.
The Grand Bazaar's serene and cool,
An uproar at the hub of the Market,
Mosque yards are full of pigeons.
While hammers bang and clang at the docks
Spring winds bear the smell of sweat;
I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed.

I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed;
Still giddy from the revelries of the past,
A seaside mansion with dingy boathouses is fast asleep.
Amid the din and drone of southern winds, reposed,
I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed.

I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed.
A pretty girl walks by on the sidewalk:
Four-letter words, whistles and songs, rude remarks;
Something falls out of her hand -
It is a rose, I guess.
I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed.

I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed.
A bird flutters round your skirt;
On your brow, is there sweat? Or not ? I know.
Are your lips wet? Or not? I know.
A silver moon rises beyond the pine trees:
I can sense it all in your heart's throbbing.
I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Orhan_veli

To MrX67: Thank you! It is so beautiful! Made me full of emotions. When I was watching it I was about to cry..

i think life is more easier and nicer when emotions feed ur hearts,no more no less,just in limits

Poems by Orhan Veli ~1914-1950~ translated to English:

http://www.cs.rpi.edu/~sibel/poetry/books/i_orhan_veli/

http://www.orhanveli.net/talathalman.html

Orhan Veli~
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bxm9kcobgvg&mode=related&search=

What a good memory you bring to me Mrx67

cok hos, cok guzel memory I have!

I am listening to Istanbul
by Orhan Veli Kanık

I really loved this poem,
I really liked this poet.

i think you all are too romantic people! i just wasted my nearly 2 hours in the traffic this morning in istanbul and it made me hate istanbul again. it is maybe only because i was not grown in a big city.

i love istanbul too but we have to accept that there is not only beautiful side of istanbul and i think living in istanbul makes you feel tired. anyway fortunately i stay here provisionally