Dur...Ağlama Gözlerim

Yusuf Hayaloğlu... Master poet... He became the language of the people, the workers and the oppressed with his poems. He condemned cruelty and injustice. He conveyed the troubles and longings of his people into poetry. He gave the good news of peace, love and friendship. Turk was his father. His poems; It became the word of melodies and folk songs. It met with the public through the voices of many artists who have entered the hearts of the society. There is probably no one left who does not hum the folk song "If only I were snow in these mountains" while sitting on his machine, walking on the road, leaving his house and going to work or school. He became anonymous while he was alive. Especially when combined with Ahmet Kaya's voice and instrument, it filled the squares and concert halls.

He lived as he believed, spoke as he believed, wrote as he believed. He made his art for the public. He lived for the people, like the people. He was humble and full of love for humanity. What overflowed from this love were his poems. These poems were the joy of albums, TV screens, radios and magazines. In 2002, he met his book friends with "His Eyes Are Suicide Blue". It became a fixture in bookstores and libraries. He was also aware of his fans' expectations and longing for a new book. However, the illness he carried in his tired body did not allow him the time or opportunity to do so. Leaving the folk songs fatherless, he carried his poems and lyrics to the places he longed for.

He passed away on March 3, 2009, exactly one year ago, leaving Clerk Nebahat, Nalan, Rıza, the Boy at the Station, the Girl Drinking Rain, Bahtiyar, Suphi and Nazlıcan orphans. He lived his life in "A Mood of Farewell" by saying "Here I Go"; He left "Istanbul, the Queen of Pain", which he "could not abandon", alone and went to those places he longed for, like "A Phoenix".

He was leftist, rightist, Muslim, democrat, Kurdish, Turkish, oppositionist, poet, father, son, brother, comrade, tired, brave, discouraged, timid, young man, people. It was everyone's longing and dream.

Like every intellectual and artist who devoted themselves to the struggle for rights and justice, he remained behind bars. Destiny; Behind these bars, he crossed paths with Yılmaz Güney, who prepared himself for his fight against injustice by watching his films. He saw his Ahmeds and Yılmazs leaving.
When he leaves like everyone he loves, it is a "Parting Gift" for those who ask "What's left?" "Stop... don't cry my eyes"...



Number of Pages: 148

Year of Printing: 2010


Language: Turkish
Publisher: Ağaç Yayınları

Number of Pages: 148

First Print Year: 2010

Language: Turkish