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A piece of graffiti depicting a stylized face, like the face of the moon sometimes. The drawing is located at the back of a cavity behind a street grate, giving the impression of a prisoner in their cell.

#photo #poetry

Behind the grate, a face of light,
the moon confined in shadow’s night.
We cage our thoughts, our tender will,
fearing the void, we choose the still.
Chains unseen, yet tightly spun,
freedom lost, by our own hand begun.

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Three big paintings of Soulage. Black on black.

#photo #poetry

Lost in darkness,
my black companion clings to shards of light.
Even the deepest shade
holds a gleam,
a pulse,
a secret breath
the echo of hope
within the night.

(Paintings by Soulage)

#poesie #photo

Je marcherai les pensées fixées sur les cieux,
Sans rien voir au-dedans, les voix interdites
Murmurant leurs cris silencieux,
Le soleil de la nuit à son zénith.

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Soleil couchant sur une rue presque vide. Les réverbères et les rares passant se découpant en contre-jour.

#poesie #photo
(Hommage à Hugo)

À l'heure où rougeoie le ciel, j'irais par les ruelles
Personne, je le sais, ne m'attend
Je ne peux, seul rester plus longtemps
Dans un espoir cruel.

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A sunset at the end of a long street. Streetlights and a few passersby in silhouette. A chiaroscuro vision.

#photo #poetry
At dusk when the sky burns red, I’ll walk the narrow ways
No soul awaits me, none will call
Yet I must walk though night delays
Its tender grief on all
I’ll walk my gaze upon the dying light
While silent voices rise within
Their murmurs haunting contrite
The sun of night at zenith dim

I sit on a park bench
a raven lands nearby
its feathers stained with sunlight
I ask it
what do you think of us humans?
our mess?
cities?
wars?
pain?
its wings ripple
its eyes dark moons
blinking
I ask again
can we turn it around?
or are we lost in lore?
the raven stares
then speaks
nevermore

#Raven

An empty road, two lanes, on each side a smaill wall and some tree. The night and the street liight give a yellow color.

#poetry #photo

Empty,
Alone,
So many lives behind,
Maybe so many people behind the walls.
Maybe love at the road’s end,
Or nothing but regret.

Why did the heart cross the road?
To stop the pain.

The staircase of one of the last (and tallest) towers in Lucca, Italy — the Clock Tower. The photo is a bird’s-eye view taken from the top floor.

#photo #poetry

He soars to depths, not skies above,
A fallen flame, a light of love.
Through winding dark his glow is cast,
To pierce the void where angels passed.
He trades the dawn for endless sea
The first to fall, eternally.

View of the rooftops of part of Genoa (Italy). The photo is taken through the bars of a lookout high above the city. The focus is on the grid, with the rooftops blurred in the background.

#photo #poetry

Bars blur, roofs fade,
freedom hums between the clouds.
I cage myself in focus,
yet my mind slips through,
soaring where gulls laugh
and the sea forgets its walls.
The sky ain’t locked,
just waiting for the eyes to climb

Giant painting on the façade of a six-story building of a woman. The painting mimics a 'paper collage' style and shows some of the internal organs or the skeletal structure.

#photo #poetry #polyamory

Love’s ripped, heart on the wall,
six floors high, like a paper mess.
I swipe your organs, you swipe mine.
No chains, no claims.
Madness, joy, fear mix in the alleyways of touch.
Poly hearts run wild, no keys, just fleeting theft.

Christian Paul Kusch © 2025
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boarded up windows in an abandoned building

#WindowsOnWednesday

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#abandoned #window #allboardedup

She
hyperventilated
for a few
unchosen
seconds
eyesight
struggling
in and out
of gloom
last sips
cold yet warm
the reverse
of her heart
always pounding
hot shudders
another breeze
downpour
another...
always another
door wide open
she always did
let in the ghosts
of season's memory

#Poetry

then let me—
  tear through
these walls,
rewrite the stars—
awaken the fire

and if you are a force,
  then let me
be the one
   who burns
 with you.

#poetry

A poster in the streets of Livorno (Italy) that parodies internet tests used to verify that we are human, with boxes to select traffic lights, bicycles, crosswalks, and so on. Here, it's a police car with officers inside, and the test question is: 'Select all squares with a bastard.'

#streetart #anarchy

Freedom will prevail ...
... at least I hope.

View of the sea, a gleam of sunlight, and a part of the Livorno fortress, through an opening in one of the upper corridors.

#poetry #photo #polyamory

Through stone and sun, the sea calls
gold dying on waves unknown.
I leave the fortress, heart undone,
for love unbound, for winds unsown.
Day fades, night waits with sharpened breath
a voyage born on the edge of death.

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Seven "invader" (the artist) like mosaic on each side of a big crack in a brick wall (Livorno Fortress / Italy)

#photo #poetry

On a cracked brick wall,
QR mosaics haunt the fall
Each code a void,
My heart’s logos destroyed.
Hopes in chains, chained to hope,
Nights with you blur the slope.
To love you, I dare…
But broken, I fear I’m nowhere.

Bath, UK. August 2025
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Picture looking down the steps, going to the Chicago underground. White tiles with red in the corners making squares.

Chicago Underground

Chicago, Illinois

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A skylight in the basement of the Livorno fortress (Italy). A vertical view from the ground, showing the long shaft with a point of light at the very top

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From the well’s dark floor, my soul dreams of flight
toward a light that asks nothing,
a love unbound by grasp or need.
Rising slow to kind skies,
to vanish in a merciless flame,
dissolved in eternity,
as hollow as the void

My dearest
I feel you
slipping
back into
my mind

#poetry

Boboli Gardens in Florence, Italy, seen through the railings of a belvedere

Boboli Gardens in Florence, Italy, seen through the railings of a belvedere

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past iron tips, past treetops,
into clouds that ask no name.
Come, fly with me a while,
hours or years,
until we find that final sky
where nothing binds us.
Not hate,
not love,
not even the earth.

A cathedral tower seen from below against a blue sky

#photo #poetry

Ever upward into sky,
our hopes fall,
our sorrows rise.
Yet still, still we hope.
The endless madness of the heart,
called Love

PP By The TP
Near Winslow, Arizona

Every so often, the road hands you a little gift. This one came with rust, silence, and a story I’ll never know.

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A stone mailbox in the shape of a grimacing face, with the mouth serving as the slot for posting letters. Below it, a simple sign reads "Posta". Venice (Italy).

#photo #poetry

No promise to return.
Your eyes read my silence,
Unaware, they burn.
Your life slips through mine,
Void of hope or light
Yet our hearts entwined
Can’t choose but write.
Venice watches. Stone stays tight.

The Tower of Pisa, behind a pine tree, standing straight, with the cathedral behind it leaning, against a dark grey sky

#photo #poetry

Of love and hate,
Of flight and fate,
Who leans, who stands?
Of fault, of fear,
Of flaws held dear,
Of trials we fight,
Of wrongs and rights
The sky will clear,
Or storms draw near.

Holga 120N
Kentmere 100
Rodinal 1:99

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