I have no words
A felted light spreads out on the books of our history. I have no words to remind these...
We are two
We are two to contemplate heavens. We are two. On the banks of a beach. In the heart of...
To break free
A bar, a door, a wall, nothing will stop the desire. To cross barriers, to go to see to...
You, us two, alive
Fowl and bewitching in the air releasing itself. I speak to you about my boredom....
Infinity
The dead soul of a fainted hope. Steal ruler on the petals of darkened flowers. Haunt...
Fracture
There is a fracture, a word which suffers, a look which endures. The veil of demonized...
The blue house
There is a blue house. Protecting itself from the wind, the heavens. There lives a...
The sign of the time
The sign of the time carries the echo of dumb words. Has no name, person to wait for...
Only a mirage
The deaf person melancholy of your eternity. The trances of the surges of your sobs. The...
The lost chapel
In the lost chapel. The fairies and the witches dance naked. Spit in the air, defy hell....
J'aime ce qui est gothique, ce qui est romantique, je vous présente mes textes et mes photos. I like what is gothic, what is romantic, I present my texts and photos Steffan Urell
