The image of an artifice
The cold of these disappeared images sleeps. Stretch yourself the slow anguish of our...
Our hidden tears
In the cathedral of glass doze the bitter shades. Regret of our hidden tears. Not to be...
Teddy bears
Remember these wooden horses. Letting you carry by the swirl of their horse-gear. Yes,...
The walls of our cemetery
Look at the city being spread out in right and linear walls. . Where shelter dark beings...
Inside your house
To wander in a house which is not unknown. Under the glances of the dog and cat...
Fly away
At the bottom of wood, or perhaps elsewhere, it was once. An open door on the unknown of...
At the end of the night
The heavy tears of the trouble run on the monotony of our lives ridge of slow and...
Cursed lovers
On the wall of our redemption the roses of the lapse of memory fade. Just dormant. Of a...
How to tell you ?
How to tell you ? To retain you ? Without you to make vomit, nor to fade. I am not that...
The memory of a statue.
Pour the drops of rain on the rigid face of the trouble. Run the destiny of a time which...
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
