Hepsi Alev

Listen, listen, dear reader. Even if it comes from a thousand years deep, look what the voice in your head is saying, to whom and for whom it is speaking; I subjugated the sooty roses, the mountain winds, the storms and the hurricanes. With my death, I bequeathed my courage to the emptiness, to the sunlight that shines secretly on the rocks.
I subjugated the palace and the army.
What about the people, what about the people!
Did you say people?
I know the people, they are simple, helpless, cowards, murderers and pathetic...
However, I am a person of ideals.
I am ahead of men and women.
I believed in high art.
I read, I read to understand passion.
I learned to live without others, without love and affection.
What about the power! The ways of power are various.
Art sometimes requires evil.
And now the sovereignty of the nobles has collapsed...
It is Irene's hoarse voice. Sooty roses, silk strands like white sooty roses hit the one who smells it, from Byzantium to here, and of course a high novel loop for tomorrow, a wall music composed for those who swim in the lust of power as well as those who experience the pleasure of being whipped, a good-natured forward novel, a dark time, a deep darkness. a tear, painless, a silent talker, a passage of high writing, for those who ache at heart.
Omer Erdem



Number of Pages: 190

Year of Printing: 2011


Language: Turkish
Publisher: Everest Publications

First Print Year: 2011

Number of Pages: 190

Language Turkish