Watching Turkish TV series in Latin America
The golden sunset reaches Istanbul.
The old city shines with its
millennial splendour, and history
appears in every corner.
A crying violin echoes oriental melodies,
the wind touches faces and hands.
I can’t sense the smell of coffee
but I know it’s wandering the streets.
I learned the power of aşk.
I’m longing for roasted chestnuts.
The percussion makes my feet move.
The pomegranates are juicy and fresh.
I never thought that I’d watch Turkish TV.
Learning Turkish was never my goal
until I heard the melodious accent.
The dotless I is standing proudly
and suffixes are an extension of ourselves.
Unlikely cultural exchanges
are the richness of this world.
Surprises are coming
when you find similarities
even in the farthest places.
On the other side of the world
there are people just like us.
Flight of the dragonfly 