The softness of a melancholy
Drinks out of drinks to remake one night in the transitory one of a beer taste. At the...
On the colors of our twilight
The waves which shine in front of a disillusioned sky. The water which vibrates,...
A poisoned dream
Do you hear the music of the night? Falling on us without noise. The sea emerald. The...
On the walls the memories sleep
On the walls the memories sleep. Pinned, arranged well. Framed So well.For better...
At the border of a barrier
Horses at the border of a barrier. A step ahead, two behind. Wanting the touch. Going...
The crosses have other laws
There are these drops of acid rain. Streaming on the one evening old stones avid....
One month ago one year I do not know more
One month ago, one year, I do not know more. So for a long time I remember more. The...
There is always a sun which lies down
There is always a sun which lies down. One black night that one touches. Eyes, glance,...
Do you hear the sound deformed of the end of the world to approach?
Do you hear the sound deformed of the end of the world to approach? Do you feel your...
An unfinished book
Further the memory remembers. In an unfinished book the words of a text without hope...
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
