The Black Candles

My heart rate slows down at the start of every winter. always looking for a story or a film from the era of the sixties (white and black) that fills my heart with passion, lending me some warmth and compassion lacking in the cold winter nights… The black candles, from our heart's saddest memories comes the pain of our heart. And cruel longing even if we are to move forward in our lives we find them haunting us ... what I said was the idea of the movie that I saw today .... the black candles, a state of calm psychological musical drama where you can feel (Eman) the heroine of the novel in all serenity and purity and love for those around her, and her love sweeping (Ahmed Assem) the blind who lit candles to himself as a joy after living years in the black candles left by the memory of his treacherous woman in writing the most beautiful poems, a must see movie that you can't miss.