Why I love you ?
Do you remember this walk where we were lost in wood ? Such a long time ago. You were...
Love letter
Your letter arrived to me yesterday. I recognized your writing, his brittleness. I did...
Gothic and romantic
At the end of the road, at the end of the fog, there is this old church. We will join it...
The poem of your words
On the blue lake as of your eyes, a drop of unhappiness beaded. You tightened your fists...
On frozen banks of your heart
On frozen banks of your heart, I was mislaid. Your silences, your absences pushed me...
Love letter
Firm eyes. Yes, firm eyes. Direction odors of the forest plunged in the black. Slip into...
One day we will take the same train together.
There is at the end of the rails this point luminous which obsesses you, that you look...
They loved each other
To tighten the hand. To capture stars of the sky to one. To thread in gold pearls on the...
How long, did I pass with you ?
The monotony of the rainy days came to ooze of trouble on the walls of your building....
The beach
I looked at you leaving. Without weakening. Thus that was to finish. Your face did 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
