One night when time changes
One night when time changes. Shades, forms, reference marks. One night when very...
Perhaps now or tomorrow?
There are not any more movements, but one pause solidified by the years. Who run out...
A piece of you and me
Sung in German or English perhaps in Italian, I do not know any more. The black opera is...
A night in Budapest
There is suits it and comes it. From one evening which is shelled on the beam of a new...
For one day forever
There are no flowers, nor of pots to carry them. There are no more laces, nor of...
There is no more date to recall
So far a long time there is more date to recall. A long walk which did not finish any....
Without anybody to tell what we lived
I like to think that one expects. In a maze beyond time. Taking the hours and second all...
Requiem for a phantom
The song of the angels is assembled until the top of the vaults. Spreading themselves in...
The loneliness of the painting
Timidly, the night bores between fractures the one day which weakens, advancing on the...
Love
There is this word which does you fear. Tracing its scars for always. Given birth to in...
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
