Ayine

Beloved!

You were a love, a beauty, in the prism where beauty and love intersect. Your beauty is a mirror that shows the world; Your love was the polish of that mirror. If it weren't for your beauty, sir, the world would never know love; If it wasn't for love, he would never understand beauty. In the market of love, the auction is always for its beauty; In the beauty land, the roads always stopped for your sake, sir...
And you were gone...

I am one of those who know best the pain of taking poetry as a profession but not being able to become a poet. Since I cannot sing poetry, I prefer to express my feelings in the essay format, which I find closest to poetry. However, I must admit that I read several books for each essay in this book. My thoughts, shaped during long nights, were spread on white pages in this style, and each sentence was sometimes changed several times. What I tell is not to myself, but to the society; It belonged to the neighborhood, not the center. While writing these forty essays, I learned that there were hundreds of hearts that heard what I heard. It turns out there are so many ways to express sadness, tears and pain. It turns out how much our hearts tremble in front of what we experience.



Number of Pages: 151

Year of Printing: 2012


Language: Turkish
Publisher: Kapi Yayinlari

First Publication Year: 2004

Number of Pages: 151

Language: Turkish