They were passionate beings into the eternal fire of a feeling as harmful as life. In silver nights they moon-loving of happiness and tried to transmute the ugly cruel morning light that did nothing besides the lash with gaps. This was always the worst time. The sun dawned and rebirth stocks, were forced to surrender that vile and enduring reality. It was like an itch that shivered foot the nape generating a restless so desire. And when the night finally dawning, they delivered the stars and sizzling love that united their souls. Kindred souls, soulmates. And then, even God for a while ceased his business only to observe this celebration of two completely iridescent beings for each other. The sound of the sea gave the ballads and they danced as the orchestration of the movements of the waves kiss the sand, urged to seal the mouths a fierce and warm tone. They docked in a orgasmic howls pier.
Days transiting in thick gaps and lovers could do nothing to avoid. In fact there was a way yes, they have always known that the only way to break the seaside would be creating and invading other. But would reap life as we who rule life itself. They did just that.
It was a cold day, a thin drizzle pierced the air and moistened the no color bodies. Crazy sea. Vultures hovered and shaped the environment in a dark sphere, but pleasant. And then those immaterial consciousness veiled their old bodies, said goodbye and set off together to their new universes.
Bardzo lubię całą Twoją kruczą serię. Chyba bardziej nawet niż lisią. Uwielbiam te kolory i faktury. I błysk piór.
ReplyDeletePrzepiękne ubranie Lauro!
ReplyDeleteaż chciałoby się dotknąć, pogładzić
Deletegdzie kupujesz tkaie piękne ubrania? :<
ReplyDeleteZdjęcie wygląda jak pocałunek u Muncha. Zatytułowałabym je właśnie tak: Pocałunek.
ReplyDeleteTwoje dłonie <3
ReplyDeleteDark Angel. Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteNie wiem czy bardziej kocham tematykę zdjęcia czy twoje ubranie :)
ReplyDeleteCzerń jest piękna...
ReplyDeleteWronko moja
ReplyDeleteUwielbiam.
ReplyDeleteThey were passionate beings into the eternal fire of a feeling as harmful as life. In silver nights they moon-loving of happiness and tried to transmute the ugly cruel morning light that did nothing besides the lash with gaps. This was always the worst time. The sun dawned and rebirth stocks, were forced to surrender that vile and enduring reality. It was like an itch that shivered foot the nape generating a restless so desire. And when the night finally dawning, they delivered the stars and sizzling love that united their souls. Kindred souls, soulmates. And then, even God for a while ceased his business only to observe this celebration of two completely iridescent beings for each other. The sound of the sea gave the ballads and they danced as the orchestration of the movements of the waves kiss the sand, urged to seal the mouths a fierce and warm tone. They docked in a orgasmic howls pier.
ReplyDeleteDays transiting in thick gaps and lovers could do nothing to avoid. In fact there was a way yes, they have always known that the only way to break the seaside would be creating and invading other. But would reap life as we who rule life itself. They did just that.
It was a cold day, a thin drizzle pierced the air and moistened the no color bodies. Crazy sea. Vultures hovered and shaped the environment in a dark sphere, but pleasant. And then those immaterial consciousness veiled their old bodies, said goodbye and set off together to their new universes.
Now can finally live.