Eve remember
A garden, a basin, one small hour. A garden, a basin, one evening without a future. Your...
The devil decided to crucify you
Small growth, emerging from insane grasses, I saw you growing, drawing up you towards...
The prohibited bridge
I could tell you the history of this enlightened palate, of his solitary prince. To...
The candle of the night
With your research, in the night of the Slavic capital, I walked, going along dark water...
Time passes and I weary myself
There is in the dream this light which rises beyond the hill in a white color. There are...
The moon tear
Transitory moment of happiness. Crossing the vault of the skies, in languorous the one...
In the garden of my muse
This small hour, in the garden of my muse, I went myself from there. The fog extended,...
The eye of the day
This morning, the sun rose on the cellar of my secrecies. It entered gently, so slowly...
The cherubs played in the sky
On the other side of the street, the windows of the large house gray are closed by white...
I am on the other side of the grid
There is this window, this grid. There is inside this other window open on which space?...
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
