Kevok ya da Özgürlük

The young poet shows us that even if you are not in the mountains, you can still be a mountaineer in your heart. And even if the tailors haven't cut that blessed uniform yet, someone can still sing beautiful songs expressing the guerrilla and the revolution. Because this is a case of internal legislation. The person who says " he went his own way / I went to my mountain" feels so much that he is in the other, his heart's verses bleed in a melodic tone on his lips:

“I felt pain when I touched your pain

My heart was beating in your heart

I saw myself in your teary eyes

You were injured, my wound was bleeding

and in the riot of images the poet rebels against the "blind silence" and burns everything ,

“But in my burnt palm / only a flower with a mountain remains / left over from entrusted dreams” he says.

-A. Rahman Cadirci

(From the Promotional Bulletin)

Dough Type: 2nd Dough

Number of Pages: 88

Size: 13 x 19.5

Number of Printings: 1st Edition

First Printing Year: 2018