Gathered in one city center
A day in July
I enter
A magical mixture
Of feelings, smells
Believes and traditions

Having missions
Selling and showing
Sometimes
Promoting visions

African dancers and drummers
Bright colors and beautiful skins
Make me
Swing inside,
Wish for more sense of rythm
I would love to take a ride
But my ratio wins

Bellydancers
Graciously controlling their bodies
Shy but ruthless
Also

A Turkish band
A sense of homesickness
Arises
Which I can only partly comprehend
I so long for Istanbul
But in this kent*
I will always be a stranger
A fool
Also

The locals
Just staring
Absorbing
Buying but not daring
To really dive in

Also
I was being consumer
An observer with an inner call
It's okay
For one brief moment
I would like to hold you all
And convince you to stay

In this city center
In this magical mixture
And unity
Of all


*Kent: arabic, turkish: 'city'