From Iskilip

A sincere gaze at İskilip from Kadir Tahtacı's lens...

  • 14.11.2016
  • Emre Bostancı

“Do not cry for me mother

I have suffered as much as everyone

Please hide out all memories of my childhood

That is the only thing I have ever had…”

Sezen Aksu

We give kind regards to mountains that do not come into leaf when we cry, roofs that can feel autumn, people who walk or stand, poets who say “When men and even death get tired, now it is time for the best poem called peace” and mothers who clean out all of their misery every morning!..

“İskilip” by Kadir Tahtacı

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