Abandon House

Searching restlessly for our place

Away from companies demanding unreasonable prices

Away from rows of muzak possessed tea houses

Away from garbage flooded streets

Away from a life defined by consumption

Away from careless twenty-four hours party people

Away from hoards of covid-infected creatures

Away from anxiety filled media waves

Where is our place?

Where is our place?

Where is our place?

In a dense thicket we found an untrodden path

Leading us to an old abandoned house

Left alone in the forest near the seashore

Abandoned house

Abandoned house

Abandoned house

Dazzling together in the blazing winter sun

Feet dangling over the edge of your patio

Enjoying our wine and food hand in hand

Listening to your soothing ancient breath

Abandoned house

Abandoned house

Abandoned house

Walking inside between your shadows

Through collapsed walls, broken glass and rubble

Wild creepers and hidden flowers reaching for the light

Under your fragile roof intimacy is growing

Bursting out of every hole and every crack

Abandoned house

Abandoned house

Abandoned house

Wondering why there were nobody else

who dreamed of you as their lovers nest

 

Photos & Video: Sila Yalazan
Text: Steen Andersen

 

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