The moon is camouflaging to the colours of unfamiliarity, what say you, beast of the night, where Oh where to go without...
Mixed signals, into deep, what’s the skin without the touch of complexity of the hands? Touch and be touched, be in touc...
My heart is so fragile, the feeling of tender pain like after an operation, that depth of having to be cut open and sewn...
[...] and sometimes, you just have to be blunt, fierce and merciless when it comes down to defending that treasure burie...
I used to dream and have hope, now it is my faith that gives me the answer to what dreams and hopes could not. Perhaps, it teaches me to devote myself, to a dei...
May is jumping
out of the magician’s hat.
White rabbit, with
a comet crown,
I still chase you
in my dreams,
in the world
known to you.
I am the
Listening to cicadas
sitting by the porch
lights flickering, dancing on its own
I’m waiting for you to come home;
It's spring but here is to Autumn! :D
#autumn #photographersonello #ellophotographers #writersonello #...
My burrowed chest, you infinitely dug a hole.
A chasm, now empty with your remains.
Deserted Mariana’s Trench - is my he...
-captured by the distant rumble.
You, the night storm
I am astonished, besotting you.
I draw the line between your eyes and the horizon.
The curves in your tongue and the sensation in your hips
are like getting high on a forbidden fruit
and I ...
I lent my heart,
willing to go unnoticed.
Together, with barren hands
we cradle these vocabularies.
The fond of our affe...
Winter has ripened
she, my iridescent love
chills inside my bones
D C de Oliveira - haiku: winter I ©2017
I, summer reeds
Born in abeyance.
I harbor every intricate energy within
(you such is one).
Thus, here’s my mind whe...
There’s no such a thing as
an imaginary boat
in this picture.
I promise nothing
but your own imagination
from this poin...
Envisaging alone, the city is too far away!
My eyes are black and white, like the ink and the paper.
In the desert, I bu...
Welcome home June,
even though we are not in tune
as love came and left too soon
but I still welcome you June;
Within my own broken cocoon
We must value our solitude. We are not necessarily destined to be alone, we just haven’t found someone who we can be alo...
Farewell was not good enough.
Our words sunk with the sunset.
We will remember, yes you’re not forgotten.
I’ve always thought about caressing your hair by the sea and perhaps we could simply become who we want to become and be...
The art of giving perhaps?
I give a lot of hearts because when you get to the stage of claiming yourself to be an artist of some sort (especially with mutual i...
Lust, lost in the moment.
You want to touch what’s not yours
so you touched a ghost instead
just to feel their heart.
Lust, lost in translation
I think as long as we could walk at the same time, same pace and with the same intention, we could very much say we have...