A deserted city
One evening. Snow on the roofs, the pavements. A deserted city. White lights. Silence....
The roses
To gather. To offer them. To please to you. White, they hung at the edge of the way. I...
The tears
On the windows of lights. There, where the tears of rain cry. We saw flowering of the...
Melancholic
This evening, we will walk in the streets of the city. Without goal. Carried by the wind...
Our secrecies
The fog rose this morning, coming to cover the lake where we drowned our secrecies, our...
The nightmare
You left your nightmare under the branches of a large willow. A cold air draft sweeping...
What you imagine
There is what you imagine who exist only in your dreams. A cathedral without roof. A...
Your demons
In the cold of the winter, on the crystals of freezing, the trace of your steps behind...
I think of you
If you could hear me, I would tell you to tighten the hands towards this setting sun. To...
Our delivery
With the gulls, I will give this small package. That in which we locked up all our...
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
