Yanık Kale (Cep Boy)
He chased after a love, his wish was to live like a folk song, but his fate fell into dark dungeons.
He never grieved for a single day because of his loneliness and solitude.
He was not sad because he was not sought or asked about.
His heart was big, his soul was enormous, his youth was as sharp as an unsheathed sword....
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He lived without ever closing his ears to the voice of the love inside him.
He went through mother, father, siblings, friends and enemies, but he never got tired of singing the song of the love inside him.
The stories told in this book are the stories of the days written with steel pens on stone tables between black dungeon walls.
One can interpret, test and try or condemn as he wishes.
A man who has longed for freedom for years has nothing to say to limit it.
