A poem illustrated with photographs
This is not just a book, but a whispered confession against broken walls—a slow-burning letter woven from memory, longing, and silent scars. It tells a love story in fragments: of concrete and aged skin, of sacred symbols and fading melodies. Absence leaves its trace; photographs catch what language nearly forgets. Here, literature doesn’t explain—it murmurs through ruins, rebuilding not with answers, but with traces, textures, and the quiet resilience of those who still believe in the hidden doors of the everyday.
