This country shaped like the head of a mare

istanbul-Taksim, 1 Mayis 2011, pentax k10d, photos by ozgur ozkok

This country shaped like the head of a mare
Coming full gallop from far off Asia
To stretch into the Mediterranean
THIS COUNTRY IS OURS.

Nazim Hikmet

I wanted to change the world

İstanbul lale festivali, Istanbul tulip festival, Gülhane Parki, İstanbul, pentax k10d, photos by ozgur ozkok

Yesterday I was clever, so I wanted to change the world. Today I am wise, so I am changing myself.
Mevlana Rumi

I need to love

İstanbul tulip festival, İstanbul lale festivali, April-2011, Türkiye, photos by ozgur ozkok

It may be that the satisfaction I need depends on my going away, so that when I’ve gone and come back, I’ll find it at home.

Mevlana Rumi

some recipes for cold days

İstanbul tulip festival, İstanbul lale festivali, April-2011, Türkiye, photos by ozgur ozkok

I am planning some improvements at this blog. This month I’ll share old frames

secrets of spice bazaar

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birds and cats Taksim-Beyoglu

Taksim-İstanbul , Türkiye, pentax k10d, photos by ozgur ozkok

harmony of blue-gray “Uskudar, Kiz Kulesi”

İstanbul-Üsküdar, Kız Kulesi, Maidens Tower, Türkiye , pentax k10d, photos by ozgur ozkok

They will ask you what you have produced

Kalenderhane Camii, Kalenderhane Mosque, Beyazid-İstanbul, Türkiye, pentax k10d, photos by ozgur ozkok

They will ask you what you have produced. Say to them, except for Love,
what else can a Lover produce?
Mevlana Rumi

work has been put in every heart

Kalenderhane Camii, Kalenderhane Mosque, Beyazid-İstanbul, Türkiye, pentax k10d, photos by ozgur ozkok

Everyone has been made for some particular work, and the desire for that work has been put in every heart.
Mevlana Rumi

Your love has prepared a feast for me

old fabric houses of Balat, Balat evleri, İstanbul-Türkiye, pentax k10d, photos by ozgur ozkok

Your love has prepared a feast for me; Reason came and sat in a corner; The wine was laughing in the cup, The jug was crying tears of blood. The wine, archer of joy,Has pierced the bird of sorrow with its arrows.
Mevlana Rumi