I was listening to bitter tales,
That trees whispered.
The cold wind howled,
Raindrops into cutting blades.
In Auschwitz,
Where the train stopped at last.
Tomas Amaro
Auschwitz, April 2014
Film Photography, Multiple Exposures
I was listening to bitter tales,
That trees whispered.
The cold wind howled,
Raindrops into cutting blades.
In Auschwitz,
Where the train stopped at last.
Tomas Amaro
Auschwitz, April 2014
Film Photography, Multiple Exposures