Sunday, August 2, 2015

Too Mysterious

I have never been to Tangiers.
But I want to go. 
I want to walk those streets.
Smell the hashish and lamb.

When I was in Istanbul,
I felt the calling to go there. 
Istanbul is a confusion. 
Not ready to live fully. 

Copenhagen is trying,
But failing miserably. 
It believes fancy shops and posh clubs are real. 
I loved every minute walking it. 

God is not considered.
The Other is too demanding. 
He/She is too mysterious. 
Like snow in July. 


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