Voices of the dead

Walk, walk in a cemetery. Old and imposing necropolis. In Hackney. Poe lived here, in this amazing main district. Walk, walk. Silent... You don't hear the voices of the dead, no, never They tell you to wait, stop, don't go any further. Listen to us, you are with us, but carry on the news of our past. On and on, because we also lived here, and we are making our future generation live on. Live on