Your home, which gathers them all together as a land of memories and keeps them alive, gradually starts to become a…
‘I am a walnut tree in Gülhane Park. Neither you are aware of it, nor the police…’
bloomed in the garden of lifewe are like the flowers of God…blooming with the sun,we breathe with the night…longing for lifegasping for breath,“life after life after life.we breathe death…
it’s around Thursday to Friday… after midnight, we’re all on the beach as a family… we’ve come to the beach early to…