Before the Fall of Constantinople
From my window I see the boats going back and forth from Marmaras in Bosporous to Keratio. They flicker their lights and the night is lit like a Christmas tree.
In the room next to ours my girlfriend is deep in sleep exhausted from the all day long walk and the endless hours in the spices bazaar.
Exquisite, intoxicating smells, capable of getting you drunk a keep you captive forever.
In my narrow single bed I and my thought of you battle to fit and endure the night.
But you never leave in peace.
With every move I make it is as if I sense your hot breath onto my flesh.
A city that a large number of conquerors have raid over the eons.
That each of them has passed over it and left on it their marks.
But the city has managed to retain its character and mystery.
I too feel like that.
I feel you getting close to me.
I resist, although I know the traitor’s door still exists.
It’s always there, open for the conqueror.
Libros Libertad 