Vunerable
Turn and returns, moves forward and moves back. The perfumed tiny law of the animal...
Tree without root
The rain, the snow, all the time. The rain, the snow, indefatigably. Windscreen wipers...
Blinds and deafs
On the grave of our spells moans the pain of our dead bodies. Dark and firm as the liana...
Boredom
Infinite as gouts on a leaf which bends. I want to speak to you here about a place where...
Our requiem
Our requiem has white and grey colors. As tints of one blade in the morning. Crossing...
On your face
On your face, there are the curvatures of your will. On your face, there are the looks...
Enter
I would want to speak to you about a wonderful castle. That I draw of my wishes. For...
My sleeping beauty
Three musical notes in echo of our tragedies. Haunt the paper white with the cursed...
9:86 pm
In slow motion. On the thread. Of your life. Between the shadows and the lights. Of an...
Captain of your heart
Captain of your heart, in evenings when everything goes wrong. That nothing makes...
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
