The door at the top of the staircase
The door at the top of the staircase was closed again. The steps moved away after the...
I cannot forget you.
I came at the edge of the lake where we came to walk. The Weather is cold, the birds...
One day perhaps…
I arrived at the end of the road, vis-a-vis the door of your garden. There is the entry...
The purgatory of the hearts
Beyond the mountains and hills, rivers and lakes, plains and fields, there is a city...
The nudity of your tomb
I like the nudity of your tomb, the ground of dead leaves, the surrounding forest. I...
Our way of dreaming
Remember? Hundred times, thousand times, from the million times, we came on the quay to...
What is the life on the other side ?
In front of the door. To approach or remain in withdrawal? To dare the touch to push it....
Between the walls of your past
Each end of the day, when the last flashes of the day ooze on the dilapidated...
The simple passer
A long time ago that I did not see you. I spend each morning under your window to the...
At the end of one night
At the end of one night without the moon, the sun rose far behind the mountain. In the...
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
