Did you only exist ?
In the streets of our cities. Stray Statues. A name, a posture. Some scribbled words. On...
Pure
A moon halation. In one night of trees to the touchy bodies. I stole his milky glare....
The last image
One evening, one night, in the cold of a park. A bench covered with snow. A white light...
I remember
I remember. It was, a long time ago, with the country of the vacancies. In the middle of...
I love you. I hate you
I love you. I hate you. I love you. I hate you. Ever measured. Impassioned, I would...
Your black zones
There are in you these black zones. There, where you hide your shades. Those which...
The cat
I like the gleam of your eyes, your silky peeling. To cherish you, if you want it. To...
The tower
There is in the middle of wood, on the top of a mountain, a large tower. Its roof bursts...
Lover letter
On these waves of flowers, we will surf of happiness. Nothing will touch us neither...
Leave in peace
I seek you since so a long time. Since my departure, for this day has sunk where I gave...
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
