dreamname
I expected many things every day; Buses that never came, irresponsible friends who were late for their appointments, tea that never brewed, the end of a boring class where time slowed down... But I had never longed for any woman before, except for my mother.
There was a Gizem whose voice was composed in the rehavi mode. The smell of basil, the shadow of Galata Tower, unsweetened tea, bra strap
dark blue, seagull sounds... It made the child who came to study theology dizzy... The lover was the one who was blind to everything except the beloved. Then Lâl came out, treasure hunters and other detective stories...
Harun Candan tells a journey in Hayalname... He takes us around with the inner voice of a seeker. Stars in the sky, a dreamboat aground. A new and calm first novel.
| The heart | : | Turkish |