a poem - a soft and tender mother

Vera, unknown voice whispering lust
silence witness of my fantasies
the soft kiss that turns into a bite
untouchable for now.

Gods forbid me to please her
so devils come to my help.

Alone in the night she claims for my words
and ask for my body to be next to her.

Vera, desire and innocence to be discovered
to be taken to the darkest night
and let her feel the emptiness of my hand
a hand that want to caress her unseen smile
a hand that wants to grab her pale body
while our eyes explore each other dreams.

Vera,
a corrupted body
a naughty desire
a soft and tender mother
lets surrender to the red wine
and dance, just simple lets dance...
Carlos Lopez May 2017


a poem - she is...

She is dangerous and mischievous
pure innocence if you want at night
or evil and lust at sunrise

She is a demon to be unleashed
that wont hide her face any more
she may hold your hand and declare her love
if you dare with her dance.

But we aware
Gods made her impure
Devils claim her heart
She rebels against all
waiting for a man with the darkest desire
to knee in front her and offer her a poem.

Lenka, is my girlfriend
she surrendered to my canvas and camera
I caught her smile and fears in my dreams
where we dance every time before dusk.

a poem - empty lake

Serve me with words
colored of red

Guide me to the empty lake
where a king has been lost

Sing me a song of lust
the one you never danced

Forgive my purple desires
those which you never could please
and just after all my commands has been fulfilled

baptize me
spit on me
and tell the Gods that their son
is ready to be sacrificed.
Carlos Lopez


a poem - rape

There is blood on my hand
and a tiny smile on your face.
All I did was greet you with my anger
but you didn't remain quiet.

There is pleasure in my hands
and anger in your eyes
so I kissed you against the wall
while you closed your heart
letting the fear grow.

Then you run to the sun
letting my heart cold in the night
but my fierce God brought you back
so you belong to me now.


There is pleasure in my hands
and anger in my eyes
I will caress you with my knife tonight.
because you like this game
and want name written on your skin.

Lover ©Carlos Lopez



Artists places

More images from the unfinished 365 project.


An artist workshop.
I don't have fixed pictures on my wall, I can change images as my mood goes. Here the posters of a festival I organize for first time.

I like to collect books about photography so when I saw this in a flew market i bought them without a second thought.

Again my place, a cardboard waiting for me to draw on it.

Ĺ arka drawing.



and old body

Elena, a friend that help me with some shoots for the 365 project I was doing last year.






Day 48..., Failure

I did not manage to continue with this 365 project. At the beginning was and did it for approximately for 55 days (some days I took the photos but not published them) but no more.
As I still have images that I want to share, here are some images I like after I went trough my archive today.

A social gathering for Expats in Brno.

There was chocolate, tomato and a garlic.