photo : it is the background I like in this photo, as the shadows seem to hover over the foreground, a bit like our unconscious dominates us in a way we hardly suspect. 

In the quiet recesses of the mind, the unconscious /

the contours of which are traced with delicate touches of trembling memories/

is quietly agitatting in order to invade the soul/

thoughts are emerging like fragile icicles/

The cold seeps through the light/

What secrets are hidden here? Half-formed thoughts/

elusive and dancing at the edge of reason.