In the winter, we shall travel in a little pink railway carriage
With blue cushions.
We shall be comfortable. A nest of mad kisses lies in wait
In each soft corner.
You will close your eyes, so as not to see, through the glass,
The evening shadows pulling faces.
Those snarling monsters, a population
Of black devils and black wolves.
Then you'll feel your cheek scratched...
A little kiss, like a crazy spider,
Will run round your neck...
And you'll say to me : "Find it !" bending your head
- And we'll take a long time to find that creature
- Which travels a lot...
Arthur Rimbaud










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I've got no hand in matters worldly
I hardly care at all
What's going on fails to concern me
Cos i'm locked behind my wall
xxxxxx
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Worthless money, worthless article purchased; it has a sort of logic to it.
UBIK - Philip K. Dick
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/T\ βρ
Veritas Omnia Vincit
Party hard, Work harder.
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/T\ βρ
Veritas Omnia Vincit
Party hard, Work harder.