Linen

  Sweaty faces at late afternoon

in the angel hours *

sweet Jasmine smell  on the street

 I feel  wind on my face, on my arm hairs

Sun cooking us

And wind washes our sins away with our sweet sweat.

Linen!

its Aesthetic.

Linen!

its Esoteric.

Linen! İts practical as fuck!.

Although no fuck is really practical

and no clothes fitting us right

we find solace in Linen

İn this overfriendly mulchy warm summer days

of Sydney

of Sâo Paulo

of İstanbul

or any other fast living cities

When we are running around

to get things done

when we are dancing singing kissing having fun

 my sandals ,  O collar shirt and   blue shorts

Her green eyes beige dress and cream bag

makes me happy to take one more step 

I lift off the asphalt to the windows to the rooftops

get involve with evening clouds

Im sitting on grass leaning on  trees  holding hands with an Angel

then I turn my head over your shoulder

and our  lips are holding hands

This is magic!

This's trippy

 This dreamy, Unreal!

Im breathing you in, breathing you out 

I memorize every corner of your eyes.

* : everyone is returning from work 

     or shopping 

     or stuck in  traffic going to watch the sunset