Do I still have enough lights in me able to move you?
Do I still have enough lights in me able to move you? As in this first evening, lost in...
To the sources of the life
To the sources of the life, we will go on an air of violin or accordion. Waltzing...
In you, was written the fatal screen
The pearls of blood roll on the ground. With one in the unslung ball of an orchestra...
The circle of time
Struck whirling wind come from slownesses of time. So far the memory cannot know any...
To remain or flee ?
To remain or flee ? Vis-a-vis your glance ready to like or betray. Preaching truth or...
The end of a world
The door opened violently. Whereas the storm thundered. The wind was engulfed between...
The melancholy of silence
The gum of time passes on memories which are erased. Little by little in an insipid...
The travel without end
The music of time beats slowly. On standby of you, in front of the window. Black, only...
Why ?
Why? The one day silence falling asleep in the milky trail of an eclipsing sun. Why? The...
With the listening of the fears of the night.
Going on sand, the slow step. The face whipped by the wind. With the listening of...
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
