I S T A N B U L - Emy Nassy
  
I S T A N B U L
Diffuse like a drop of ink on the chest, the soul of Istanbul, for evermore, is distilled into melancholy and widespread in the air as a cloud of coal. An anchor at the edge of the Bosphorus moored at the unique conviction to move forward. One in between heaven and earth in vogue to a pivotal generation whose name is matched only by confusion.
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