samedi 18 mars 2017

Soap...


Sometimes, it is time to close your eyes...
Sometimes, it is time just to listen to your feelings...
Sometimes, it is just time to listen to the music of your body...
Sometimes, it is just time to forget anything else...
Sometimes, you just need intimacy, privacy...

Soap in the eyes is so helpful...

Never stop dreaming....


Dreams are gates allowing us to access another world...
Dreams are a fine tuning of the human soul...
Without dreams, there would be no desire, no hopes, no futures...

The way I love, who I love are parts of my most intimate dreams...
But I feel these deams are real, because they are part of my life, of who I am...

Perhaps sometimes in the (near ?) future, dreams will be forbidden and illegal...
Because, there is no control upon our dreams at least, not yet...
So better to make dreams illegal...

Enjoy your dreams...
Enjoy the one you are dreaming about...

Enjoy, while it is still possible....

Youth and flood


What is in common, between boys and water, between youth and river, between young male beauty and a flood of white foam ?

Tempus fugit...

The water caressing this boy's body will never be the same again...

And this boy will be another one tomorrow,

And me, who is looking at this pic, is so ephemeral too...

Carpe diem...

Why ?


Why late teen boys are so important in art and literature, in painting and poetry, in sculpture and in novels ?

What is so special with them ?

Golden Years


If I was Scopas or Praxiteles, Raphael or Michelangelo, Caravaggio or Wilhelm von Gloeden,
You would be my favorite model, no doubt about it...

For now, I can just sing how cute and gorgeous you are, with just the basic words of a human language...

Don't ask, don't tell...


Sunrise ? Or sunset ?


"Garçon de l'aube, garçon du crépuscule,
Je te vois à l'orée de mes nuits, de mes matins,
Dans la lumière dorée d'un rêve naissant, finissant,
Dans la tendre tiédeur d'un lit partagé
Entre le corps d'un amant et celui de son aimé"

Eraste de Saint-Amant, Poèmes garçonniers, 2010.