About the Apartment

Apart from your mother, no matter if your blood is shed, laugh, laugh
I am the rose of separation, this is the chapter, my spring

This is not the cry of a nightingale. That's right, nightingale, the name of the foreign lover in the neighborhood of the rose; the name of the lover of truth. The lover of truth who is passionately attached to the rose, feeds on the rose, and as he feeds on the rose, his melodies flourish.
However, the owner of the sadness in this couplet is not a young lover like a nightingale who approaches the rose, loves it from afar, and wants to hold it with an irrepressible passion just because of this distance, but the one who always grasps the rose, is always next to it, and watches not only its angle, but also its breathing and the shedding of its petals. The scream of the one who watches and even has to bury him with his hands after giving him life... Farewell to the near rose... the rose of separation...
So this cry is not the cry of others, but only the rose branch; the scream of the rose branch.



Number of Pages: 76

Year of Printing: 2016


Language: Turkish
Publisher: Kapi Publications

First Publication Year: 2010

Number of Pages: 76

Language: Turkish