Red blood
Red blood. At the evening of a setting sun. A salted taste. Oozing. On the reliefs of...
A long time
There remains nothing any more but your face. Its large amazed eyes. Looking towards the...
The sentence
The vacuum. Its infinite. A call. At the edge of which your steps go. Nothing to retain...
And, so only you existed…
Your smiles. Your love of life. Your charm. Some winks. A desire for knowing you....
By where to start?
There is with far this repetition throbbing from the beat of time. Against the carcass...
To us, you. You, so near to me.
Don’t I know if it is the best place to remember? I have suddenly to think of you....
To flee? To go where?
To flee? To go where? You will not pass the ditch of the castle. And if you reached that...
And I believe you …
You say that there is no more music in your head. That your life is stretched without...
Until death
Make laugh to me. Make suffer to me. Play of me to weaken about it. Enjoyed each day...
The last morning
A mystery. Gravity of the air. Who surrounds us. We imprisons. To breathe. To exist. Not...
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
