As my circle spins beautifully, it never ends, my dick sugar
Ahmet Ouhri* The rooster candy in these lines from the poem “Childhood” by Cahit Sıtkı is perhaps the candy that best symbolizes our childhood years, which some of us miss. Who doesn’t want money to be counted for Affan Dede and the endless childhood sweets, ice cream or chocolates bought in return? I would like … Read more