Do you hear the music of the night? Falling on us without noise. The sea emerald. The fear which grinds. A giddiness without wing. Fragile and frail. Cherishing wind. Our cold bodies. Violently, penetrating. Ready of me stuck You. Trembling, disconcerting. Do you Feel the cold of the night? Falling on us stiff. Foaming sea. Spellbinding anguish. The take-off of a suspicion. A loss of reason. Being concealed ground. Me and you disconcerting. Throbbing, fighting. Do you Hear the complaint of the night? Falling on us without shelter. Rising sea. Suffocating concern. Salted air. Drops of tide. In the mouth penetrating. The streaming face. Dividing You and me. Slowly, irresistibly. Do you Feel the cold of the night? Falling on us by magic. Irradiant sea. The panic which invades us. An abandonment, a passion. Irremediable, unstoppable. Our brought closer bodies. Fusional. You and me a call. Do you Hear the music of the night? Falling on us deadened. The sea which thunders. The wind which probes. Our amazed dreams. For a long time fled. A feature of charcoal. Distance. On the scum of our pages. Given Up on a beach. Forgotten You and me. Forsaken, erased. Do you Feel the cold of the night? Falling on us scraggy. Tireless sea. Who projects sand. Recovering the tomb. Of a giddiness without wing. Frail dove. Our calcined bodies. Our desiccated hearts. Brought You and me closer. A poisoned dream. Drowned before being born.
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
