The river
On vaguenesses of silence time passes. Of a river curving among trees with the branches...
This evening
This evening, per hour when the half-light will recover the day, I from will go away. On...
The bird
On the dark veil, of a monotonous clearness. Fall the tears from the autumn. Flooding a...
The first morning
Slowly, I drew the curtain from time equipping our first morning. It made clearly and...
Rose of our mornings
We gave to water the pink that I had brought to you. Offered to testify to my need to...
The sun rose lying
The sun rose lying. Laugher on the paddle of your uglinesses. Attenuating your...
In the illusion of the one day lights
In the illusion of the one day lights. Who never will not come to awake. Dust of our...
In lack of your deadened unhappiness.
In front of the yellowed photograph of our fled memories. I remain in lack of your...
The direction of your absence
Does there exist a direction with your absence? If it is not the scar of a long...
A blade following day
In the choking vapors one morning of blade following day. On the grids of your heart...
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
