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- Made in Türkiye
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- Barcode No: 978-605-293-151-6
- Origin: TR
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"healing should make sense of the past, not erase it"/…/ memories are our mirror we look back at/ touching the pain is necessary to recall the joy/ don't forget to look behind the mirrors/ behind it is dirt, rust, secret/ you go on your way"__t1__
Time is patience, it is to follow the traces of secrets, to call them to the present and to give them new meanings by talking to the past again. everything we touch, smell, hear, takes us to the threshold of old time and takes us to yesterday. the memories we accumulated drop by drop, after passing through the time threshold, the drops turn into the path of tears. sounds words flow like water that has found its bed on our face...__t2__
We smile by gently caressing him so that he does not get hurt; yes, i have lived and birds take wing from the tip of our lips. this is life... those moments that give meaning to eternity are our footprints. there are deep marks of sorrow on our faces, whispers come in our smiles, loud calls make us smile. the loneliness of the stone at the bottom of the well. have i passed through these paths? i should cry when it rains... i also told the stone about its heart, the stone knows and is destined to be silent for its lifetime until the cover of the well is lifted. i know you see the stone as a stone, i am a secret stone. the wind knows this, ask the wind. __t3__
"even a drop is beautiful in its moon, if we know how to look at the drop. i look at my life from afar. i carried the sea on my chest, the sky on my eyelashes, now it's just a rose that the waves carry to the shores. i bleed my wounds with the fear of forgetting and i start each new day by talking to my wounds. reminding is the author's responsibility to the earth. zeynep kurada is a reminder. the past tense threshold in us is reminded by fireflies with words. when you read his stories, you remember, ""i also crossed those waters, i also took refuge in the shadow of a mountain, i also remained silent at the bottom of the well, i also took wings with the winds"" __t4____t5__"








