At the evening of your life, in the large park with the ravaged trees, you will walk among the shades. The fear will have left you, carrying your phantoms, your dark moments. At the evening of your life, you will walk on gently released of all your futilities. They made you vibrate. Te maintained among the alive ones. You do not have of them any more time. To return to essence. More to lie you, hide you before climbing with the sky. At the evening of your life, all became so easy. Why wasn’t this to it poor imbecile before? Be not made suffer, you do not have of it any more the leisure. The time of the past is completed, neither hatred, nor regrets. You could choose, to decide. At the evening of your life, you will be what you were. The balance is neither good, nor bad. The charts of accounts do not exist. Your light luggage. Do not tremble, the shades will not attack you. They are the stages of your life, those which you missed. It appointment there missed such an amount of. Your life were you so long, did forget? Filled of meanders, you so often tortured it. At the evening of your life, you will leave with this past. It is not there to encumber you, just to recall you. It will be your to let pass. At the end of will the road, they require of you which you ace be? Do not seek, cheating not. Say, speaks to them their about us, our love, all that. At the evening of your life, your eyes will shine still for the last time. It will be your truth. Our secrecy.
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
