Jack wrote a melancholic piece about a finch that landed on an empty clothesline, outside an apartment without people. He described its singing as a futile plea, while in the background a violin could be heard as if mourning. In his picture, the twilight light fell upon the dusty furniture and the bird looked through the balcony door. #ποίηση #δημιουργία #νοσταλγία (translated)