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Our author was born in Ankara in 1923. He is a child of the Republic. His father is the founder of the Council of State, which is today's Council of State. His real name is Harun Özdemir Arun. He completed his high school education at Galatasaray High School and Kabataş High School for Boys, and his education at the Faculty of Law, Economics and Journalism of Istanbul University. He studied and translated Tanin and Zaman. Famous writer # He translated
Reading Zindanı Baladı of y:233. He wrote his first articles in Serveti Fünun magazine. He founded his own printing house in 1951. He published his books as Yuvarlak Masa Yayınları. He is one of the founders of the Association for the Survival of Fundamental Rights. In 1972, he opened a bar called Bebek te Now to host his friends. He died in 1981. This book was published in 2015 as a work combining his Love Poems. It was published 34 years after his death. Academician Pınar Ekinci is the person who helped collect the love poems in the book. Özdemir Asaf prepared a master's thesis about him. One of his children,
Seda Arun, is another name who had a hand in this book. There are 78 poems in the book. All of them are love poetry. Generally short poems. Some do not care, some cannot do without her, some think as a whole with their beloved, some admire all the details of their beloved, some love poems containing longing. Let me leave the Lavinia poem here, you will love it. youtu.be/XrbCAOrNkcg
Kaan Tangöze - He said wait and left, his song also has a poem called Cizik youtu.be/5AMGHWRpJA
My rating for the book is 9.
LaviniaÖzdemir Asaf · Yapı Kredi Yayınları · 20226 okunma
Tehlikenin en büyüğü yaşamak. Bir sen varsın ve karşımda senden başka her şey.Ki sen karşındakilerin hepsi olduğun gururu ile, birkaçı ya da biri olduğun korkusu arasında gidip gelmektesin. Her dönüşünde bulduğun ben biraz daha başka.Daha çok gibi, aslında daha az, bir bene dönüyorsun.Yavaş yavaş yaklaşan bir şey, en hafifi ölüm.En ağırı yaşamanın sürmesi.Kaçışların şu hali hep duygudan, bu akıldan, kaçışıyorlar, gizleniyorlar.Zaman geçiyor.Yaşamamız bir amaç olmaktan çıkıp bir geçit olmalı..