At night the city was weird anyway…
every night they go to Pera disguised as angels…
Before midnight among Poets…!!!
Once in a while, to the ones, whom, they cast their eyes over, were also flashing like lighting into their eyes…
For a glass of beer and for two double Raki fabrics are for sale…
Especially if disappointed…
They began vomiting to make dirty the clean Indian Fabric.
and are afraid of Day light.
I watched them from my window…
They left a flurry of ghost in the shadow of their life, and stayed late.
They were something like a bat.

©Günsel Djemal 20.07.2011