Unknown
Athens, Buenos Aires, Brussels — the locations seem chosen almost at random. Different cities, unfamiliar faces, yet strikingly similar attitudes. The anonymity of urban life. Questions naturally arise: How and where do these people live? With whom do they share their lives? Are they happy, or do they carry worries beneath the surface? Behind every glance, every gesture, every silhouette lies a story, often lost in the endless flow of the city. They remain strangers, nameless and unknown — and perhaps that is precisely where their poetry resides.