Solar Embrace

“The sun is warming up my face, heating up the dark clothes I am wrapped in. Its embrace is making me feel whole. I lift my face up towards its rays and let it kiss me all over.” Advertisements

Rolling Stone

He was living his life sheltered, Stunned by a series of mis-happennings.   Now running away from chances, perceived as risks, Unaware that living life fully is worth all the hurt that may come after.

Vibrant Hues

Life is already weaving its designs. Ahead of us flows an invisible web of colored strings Bonding to form the most vibrant fabric imaginable, Binding the very threads that make up our souls.

Searing Waves

He walked away from the fire. Head down, shoulders heavy with the loss he’d just suffered – the sight of his friend engulfed by the will of the almighty ocean imprinted on his mind with a whirling slap.

Air Cocoon

In the darkness, I think of you, of your arms I will soon feel again. The void around me turns layers and becomes tangible. It is as if the particles of air were rising up along my lines to try and mimic your presence, recreating an illusion of your caresses in your absence.

Work of Art

  I am standing on the balcony, leaning against the guardrail. I am looking afar. A sail is fleeing to the horizon. A glass of Bordeaux in my left hand, A brush in the other, I let my passion express itself.

The Object of My AffectionS

You are the object of my affections The person in this world I most desire The soul around whom I feel most comfortable.

Fallen Tear

Vivid lights, soul magic breaks out, floods the world with a single tear.

Frozen Cascades

Sky-bound cloud castles shedding saltless tears of joy on moving snowscapes.

Once Upon A Dream

  Once upon a dream Tainted ties and lulling lies Torn up on the seam Broken lines, and bitter eyes

Human Treasure

Lonely hour with no rest Dreaming of your arms Tightly wrapped around my breasts. Faceless hero, conqueror of my heart, Cherisher of my soul, You stand there in the dark, Unaware that I exist.

Fabricated Flowers (8)

As soon as I step in that room, I recognize the space. (…) The floors haven’t changed. They are still covered in the same antique cement tiles, where shades of blue, black and grey are shaping infinite graphic designs overlapping squares and interlacing stripes.