Although it seems to me incomplete and has no clear structure, I decided not to amend it. What are your suggestions?
Baku, I love you! I love you as you are -- your splendid summer evenings and sultry afternoons; clean, comfortable highways and littered, bumped back roads; developed city centre and neglected unsettled suburbs; shady parkways with centenary chinars providing shelter to small, cozy cafes and clouds of grayish dust from constructions over the congested capital. I love gentle breaths of Gilavar carrying peace of mind and soul on its wings, and furious gusts of Khazri, overturning and taking away everything on its way. I can watch endlessly dark troubled waters of Khazar striking furiously against deserted rocky shores and listen heedfully to inviting morning azan from the nearest mosque. I enjoy rambling in the Old City admiring orient towers and medieval dwellings and pondering by purling waters of fanciful fountains. But most of all I love your smiling, joyful people, at times rough, but kind and sympathetic inside, rushing in noisy flock along the tangle of streets. This is how I know you, Baku; this is why I love you!
Baku, I love you! I love you as you are -- your splendid summer evenings and sultry afternoons; clean, comfortable highways and littered, bumped back roads; developed city centre and neglected unsettled suburbs; shady parkways with centenary chinars providing shelter to small, cozy cafes and clouds of grayish dust from constructions over the congested capital. I love gentle breaths of Gilavar carrying peace of mind and soul on its wings, and furious gusts of Khazri, overturning and taking away everything on its way. I can watch endlessly dark troubled waters of Khazar striking furiously against deserted rocky shores and listen heedfully to inviting morning azan from the nearest mosque. I enjoy rambling in the Old City admiring orient towers and medieval dwellings and pondering by purling waters of fanciful fountains. But most of all I love your smiling, joyful people, at times rough, but kind and sympathetic inside, rushing in noisy flock along the tangle of streets. This is how I know you, Baku; this is why I love you!